pan oeddwn ar foreddydd, fal di ral di ral ral di ral di ro
yn rhodio maes o'm cyfydd,
cyfarfod wneuthem â dau farch
yn ymgom ar y mynydd.
dywedai y cel gwanna
nawr wrth y ceffyl cryfa
fe fum i undydd yn fy mharch
yn gystal march â thitha.
pan es yn hen glunhercyn
ces gario yd i'r felin
a beth ddigwyddodd i fy rhan
ond gogred gwan o eisin.
tynasant fy mhedole
gyrasant fi i'r mynydde
a thra bo anadl yn fy ffroen
ni ddeuaf byth shag adre
When I was at dawn
Wandering out of my home
I met two stallions
Conversing on the mountain
The weaker horse said
Now to the stronger horse
I was one day when I was revered
As equal a stallion as you
When I went lame
I was allowed to carry corn to the mill
And what happened to my part
But a weak sieveful of husk
They pulled off my horseshoes
Drove me to the mountains
And while there is breath in my nostrils
I'll never go home
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