CANWR GWERIN CYMRAEG
WELSH FOLK SINGER
Y Bachgen Main / The Slender Lad
Alaw/Melody - Tradd./Trad.
Geiriau/Words - Thomas Williams ‘Gwilym Morganwg’ (1778-1835)
Fel yr oeddwn y rhodio’r caea
dydd Mawrth diwetha o ddyddiau’r byd
mewn lle isel, dan goedwig dawel
Mi glywn i ddwy’n ymgomio ‘nghyd
nesu nes yn nes nes atynt
nes oni yn y lle a´r fan
a phwy yno yn ymgomio
ond f’annwyl gariad gyda´i mam
F’annwyl eneth, ti sydd yma
gyda mi a’th ddwylaw’n rhydd
yn lân dy drwsiad, yn hardd d´osodiad
a minau am dy fatsio sydd
cei fowntio’th geffyl fy nghangen gynnil
a gweision suful iawn i´w trin
a golud bydol o aur melynion
ac arian gloywon wrth dy glun
Pe cawn i rannau gwledydd India
sidan Persia, aur Periw
gwell gen i’r mab rwyf yn ei garu
rwyf i am sefyll iddo’n driw
wel os fel yna rwyt ti’n darparu
cei gweirio’th wely ar bigau’r drain
oni choelia ‘ngeirie bydd chwerw’r chware
os mentri gyda’r bachgen main
O gyda’r bachgen main mi fentraf
mam, a dwedyd i chi’r gwir
gadawai’r moddion i’r cybyddion
a mentraf gyda blodau’r sir
a´i wyneb purwyn a´i wallt melyn
ac ar ei rudd y mae dwy ros
a gwyn ei byd y ferch a fyddo
yn ei freichiau’n cysgu’r nos
os aeth fy nghariad mhell dros foroedd
gadawodd innau ar y lan
Dewi sant ro rwydd-deb iddo
a´i gyfarwyddo ym mhob man
dai ddim i wylo chwaith na becso
nac i grio ar ei ol
os ydyw ef yn digwydd i mi
daw f’annwyl gariad eto ‘nol
a´i law ei hun sgrifenai lythyr
ac ar ei gefn roedd sêl o gwyr
ac nid oes dim sy’n torri ‘nghalon
ond ei ddarllen fore a hwyr
ynddo ef mae tair llythyren
y rhai sy’n mynd a’m pryd a’m gwedd
oni ddaw o nol i’w spelio
y rhain a’m gyrr I waelod bedd
As I was strolling the fields
the last Tuesday of the days of the world
in a low place, under a still wood
I heard two conversing together
I took myself closer, closer to them
until I was in the very place
and who was there conversing
were my dear love and her mother
My dear girl, you are here
with me with your hands free
purely made up, fair your situation
and I would have you matched
you can mount your horse, my accomplished branch
with very civil servants to care for them
and worldly wealth, which is yellow gold, and shining silver on your lap
If I were given parts of the lands of India,
the silk of Persia, the gold of Peru
I’d prefer the lad that I love
I will be faithful to him.
Well if that’s your intention
you can make your bed on the branches of the thorns
if you don’t believe my words, the play will be bitter, if you venture with the slender lad
Oh with the slender lad I’ll venture
mother, to tell you the truth
I’ll leave the means to the misers
and I’ll venture with the flowers of the shire
with his pure white face and his yellow hair
and on his cheek there are two roses
and blessed be the girl that sleeps the night in his arms
If my love went far over the sea
he left me on the shore
Saint David bid him easy passage
and steer him in all places
I won’t weep of worry
or cry after him
if it happens to come to pass,
my dear love will come back again
with his own hand he wrote a letter
and on its back was a seal of wax
and there’s nothing that breaks my heart
but to read it morning and evening
in it there are three letters
the ones that take away from my face and appearance
if he does not come back to spell them
these will send me to the bottom of the grave