On this day our King was born,
Let harp be sounded, fill'd the horn;
With methegin to the brim,
For ev'ry heart beats high for him.
Bards with voices clear and strong,
Pour freely forth a joyous song,
Cheering day and gladd'ning night,
And call the song the "King's Delight".

For the King well pleased will be
While list'ning to the melody,
Rising from his subjects all,
In lowly cot or lofty hall.
May he live a thousand years,
And may this song salute his ears;
May his smile be ever bright,
When he has heard the "King's Delight."

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Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1968, BBC Publications

Notes:
The pamphlet provides no information whatever about this song. It is based upon the Welsh Carol 'Difyrrwch y Brenin' which has the following words.

Beth mae?r Brenin yn fwynhau,
Yn fwy neu lai na ni ein dau?
Pobol ddistaw ar bob awr,
Yn ei senedd-dŷ gÃ?¢r yn fawr.
Pobol dda am dalu treth,
Ei galon g�¢r uwchlaw pob peth;
Byddin iawn, a llynges gref;
Hyn ydyw ei ddifyrrwch ef.

Hoffa cerddor g�¢n a thant,
Ond hoffi m�ªl a wna ei blant;
Ceidw un ei aur tra gall,
Ond hoffi rhoddi wna y llall.
Fel yr ydym ffrindiau ffri,
Os bodlon pawb, wel bodlon fi,
Caed y brenin fel pob dyn,
Ddifyrrwch yn ei ffordd ei hun.


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