The Rising of the Lark
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Ceriog
Rise, rise, thou merry lark, Whose upward flight I love to mark, At early dawn of day. Leave, leave, thy mossy lair, With light wing cleave the yielding air, And carol forth thy lay! Sweet, oh sweet the honied note That swells within thy warbling throat! 'Tis a stream of melody That steals the raptured soul away, Delightful harbinger of day My blessing go with thee!
2. Night's ling'ring shades are fled, | Clyw! Clyw! for eu ol glod, O! fwyn ed yw'r defn yn nau n dod, O wyn fa lan i lawr. Ai man ddefn yn nau can, An ei rif lu ryw dyr fa lan, Ddi hangodd gyd a r wawr? Mud yw'r aw el ar y waun, A brig y grug, yn esmyth gryn. Gwran do mae yr ab er gain, Ac yn y brwyn ym guddia'i hun. Mor ne fol serch ol yd ydw'r sain, Sy'n dod i swyn o dyn.
2. Cwyd, cwyd ehedydd, cwyd, |