Hen Wlad fy Nhadau meaning "Land Of My Fathers" is the Welsh national anthem that has been adopted in Brittany for the Breton hymn: Bro Gozh Ma Zadoù. It is also the hymn of Cornwall.
Here is my version played with a bombard tuned in B flat. 
Enjoy!
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Hen Wlad fy Nhadau (Pays de mes Pères) est l'hymne national gallois qui a été adopté en Bretagne (Bro Gozh Ma Zadoù ou Vieux Pays de mes Pères). C'est aussi l'hymne de la Cornouailles britannique.
Voici ma version jouée sur une bombarde en SI bémol. Bonne écoute!

Bro Gozh Ma Zadoù

Stillness

Mudslide - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Where buffalo roam,
all the grass is overgrown.
There's a wind that carries them across the sky.

Now you're feeling all alone.
There's some people on their phones.
Who stare at you and see what they want to see.
Oh, of course their going out.
They have to scream it out. 
But, they will never disagree with what they think.

And you won't get the throne.
He's not even on the phone.
Not disappointed not the same as being proud.
An action that you see.
Could really show that you're not me.
Not heading anywhere together now.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
where buffalo roam.

Where buffalo roam.
There's nowhere else to go.
Face the danger. 
Hope your size will get you out.

And I can never be.
Any more than what you see.
The only place that I exist is in your head.
The sigh you gave to me.
Is this where I make a plea?
I'll just say guilty there is nothing left to lose.

Now there's nothing left without,
and what's within in is burning out.
I'll make it policy to leave them well alone.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
Where buffalo roam.

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Where Buffalo Roam

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

Maple Syrup

Over The Rainbow By Robin Quinlan(2)

this track has some progressive heavy rhythms accompanied by heavy melodic melodies, please let me know what you think.

Cows (Wild Ones)

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