Y Fwyalchen
The Blackbird |
Dear blackbird, I'll list why thou singest, My harp for awhile shall be still; The host of sweet thoughts that thou bringest My soul must with melody fill. The minstrel from childhood has known thee He ever was cheer'd by thy voice; And still as a friend he will own thee, Who calls on his heart to rejoice.
2. The minstrel may oft sing of gladness, | O gwrandaw, y beraidd fwyalchen, Clyw edn mwyn serchog liw du; A ei di yn gennad heb oedi At ferch fûm i'n caru mor gu? A dywed fel hyn wrth liw'r manod, O'i chariad rwy'n barod i'r bedd; A 'mywyd ar soddi sy'n gorffwys Ar ddwylo'r un geinlwys eigwedd.
2. Mae'n dda mod i'n galed fy nghalon, |