< Detholiad o Hen Faledi#3

Y Wasgod Goch / The Red Waistcoat
Alaw/Melody - Tradd./Trad.
Geiriau/Words - Tradd./Trad.

​Fel yr oeddwn yn fy ngwely 
yn troi a throsi, methu â chysgu 
ond mi welwn ferch ‘run lliw a´r lili 
yn anfon siwt o ffarwel i mi 
 
roth i mi glôs o felfat loywddu 
a leinin gwyn i gofio amdani 
rhoth i mi gôt liw du o’r pandy 
a chrys yn frith i lwyr alaru 
a gwasgod goch o doriad calon 
a´i botymmau i gyd o ddagrau heilltion 
 
roth ´mi het garolein wedi´i thrimio â mwynder 
a ffon o gollen ffein o golled 
roth i mi hances sidan gwyrddlas 
a llun ei harch oedd arno’n fflowars 
 
roth i mi sana o wlân cryddedig 
a wedi eu gweu â saethau’r ciwpid 
a sgidiau o blwm a dur yn fyclau 
wel byth ´r anghofiai´r trymder oedd arnai 
a dyna´r siwt i gyd i fyny 
ond fod eisiau´i gwisgo i fynd i´w chladdu 
 

As I was in my bed 
tossing and turning, unable to sleep 
didn´t I see a girl the same colour as the lily 
sending a suit of farewell to me 
 
she gave me britches of black velvet 
with a white lining to remember her 
she gave me a coat the colour of black from the fulling mill 
and a speckled shirt to utterly grieve  
and a red waistcoat of a heartbreak 
and all the buttons of salty tears 
 
she gave me a Carolina hat that had been trimmed with gentleness 
and a fine hazel stick of loss 
she gave me a silken green-blue handkerchief 
with the image of her coffin on it like flowers 
 
she gave me stockings of woven wool 
that had been woven with the arrows of Cupid 
and shoes of lead, and buckles of steel 
well, I´ll never forget the weight that was on me 
and there was the suit all made up, 
only that I needed to wear it to go bury her.