As I was walking in the winter
It was Tuesday, the last of the year
In the quiet woods, in a low place
I heard two women talking there
And as I approached them much closer
And as by that place drew near
Who was it talking, there together
With her mother was my own dear.
2. If I should have all silks of India
Persian satins and gold of Peru
I'd still like the boy of my choosing
And I wish to remain true
If that 'tis what you're intending
You can lie on a bed of thorns
h believe me, my words will grow bitter
If you go with bachgen main.
3. With Bachgen Main I'll surely wander
I will tell you what is true
I will leave the rest to misers
I will venture with the flower of my youth
For his face and hair's the fairest
On his cheeks the roses charm
Oh blessed is the girl
Who will be sleeping in his arms
| 4. Os aeth fy nghariad ymhell dros foroedd
Os aeth a'm gadael ar y lan
Dewi Sant ro rwydd-deb iddo
A'i gyf'rwyddo ym mhob man
'D a'i ddim i wylo chwaith na becsio
Nac i grio ar ei ol
Os ydyw ef yn digwydd imi
Daw f'annwyl gariad eto'n ol
5. A 'i law ei hun sgrifennodd lythyr
Ac ar ei gefn roedd sel o gwyr
Ac nid oes dim yn torri 'nghalon
Ond ei ddarllen fore a hwyr
Ynddo ef mae tair llythyren
Sydd yn mynd a 'mhryd a 'ngwedd
Ac oni ddaw o'n ol i'w sbelio
Y rhain a'm gyr i waelod bedd
6. As I was walking in the winter
It was Tuesday, the last of the year
In the quiet woods, in a low place
I heard two women talking there
And as I approached them much closer
And as by that place drew near
Who was it talking, there together
With her mother was my own dear.
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