Some boast their classic stream
Where nymphs and dryads dream
Their buildings touched by time ‘till old and grey.
Our college towers in pride
By the Western waters’ side
Where wild winds vainly beat along the bay.
“What may your motto be,
O college by the sea?”
“Nrd byd byd heb wyd-od-aeth”, answer we.
From near or distant home
Her sons and daughters come,Awile to tarry by the wind swepr shore.
Dim midnight oil they burn,
Nor sport and pleasure spurn,
Those days shall dwell in mem’ry evermore.
To South, West, East and North
Her children travel forth,
Bright kindle learning’s torch like morning star
From mountain, moor and plain,
Across the purple main,
The flamma sacra burns and shines afar.
Fair may your future be,
Our college by the sea,
Where wind and waves make merry minstrelsy,
Rage, ye gales! Ye surges, seethe!
Aberystwyth fu a fydd!
Some boast their classic stream
Where nymphs and dryads dream
Their buildings touched by time ‘till old and grey.
Our college towers in pride
By the Western waters’ side
Where wild winds vainly beat along the bay.
“What may your motto be,
O college by the sea?”
“Nrd byd byd heb wyd-od-aeth”, answer we.
From near or distant home
Her sons and daughters come,Awile to tarry by the wind swepr shore.
Dim midnight oil they burn,
Nor sport and pleasure spurn,
Those days shall dwell in mem’ry evermore.
To South, West, East and North
Her children travel forth,
Bright kindle learning’s torch like morning star
From mountain, moor and plain,
Across the purple main,
The flamma sacra burns and shines afar.
Fair may your future be,
Our college by the sea,
Where wind and waves make merry minstrelsy,
Rage, ye gales! Ye surges, seethe!
Aberystwyth fu a fydd!