Fernhill - Aelwyd | Текст песни

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• Aelwyd

Er cyment oedd 'y mhoene
A cholli cwsg wythnose,
Anghofia'i byth taw Mari Tarr
Rodd eli ar fy nghlwyfe.

Gan ddirwyn yn ddiachwyn
Bob nos at dân y gegin,
I wella'r poen â'i bysedd chwim
Heb ofyn ddim yn echwyn.

Bum droeon yn 'y ngwely
Yn fawr 'y mhoen a'm cyni.
Wy'n cretu'n wir taw marw wnawn
Heblaw am ddawn merch Pegi.

Hearth
As great as my pains were
And losing sleep for weeks,
I'll never forget that it was Mari Tarr
Put salve on my wounds.

Working without complaint
Every night at the kitchen fire,
To heal the pain with her nimble fingers
Without asking anything for payment.

I was often in my bed
In my great pain and hardship.
I think truly I would have died
But for the skill of Pegi's daughter

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