CANWR GWERIN CYMRAEG
WELSH FOLK SINGER
Y Blewyn Glas / The Green Blade
Alaw/Melody - Tradd./Trad.
Geiriau/Words - Tradd./Trad.
Blewyn glas ar afon Ddyfi
(yr A B C)
hudodd llawer buwch i foddi
(one two three)
bachgen glân a´m hudodd innau
(L M N ac O P Q)
o f´union ffordd i´w geimion lwybrau
(R ac S a T ac U)
cariad hwn a ddaeth atai’n greulon
trwy fy nghrys ac at fy nghalon
minnau glywais chwedl fechan
aeth trwy flaen fy llewys allan
dacw’r llwyn o fedw gleision
dacw’r llwyn sy’n torri nghalon
nid am y llwyn yr wy’n ochneidio
ond am y mab a welais ynddo
maent yn dwedyd y ffordd yma
nad oes dim mor oer a´r eira
rhof ychydig yn fy mynwes
clywn yr eira gwyn yn gynnes
blin yw caru yma ac acw
blin bod heb y blinder hwnnw
o´r blinderau blinaf blinder
cur annifyr, caru’n ofer
tyrd f´annwylyd, cymer frwynen
ac ymafael yn ei deupen
yn ei hanner torr hi’n union
fel y torraist ti fy nghalon
a green blade on the river Dyfi
the A B C
did enchant manys the cow to drown
one, two, three
a pure lad did enchant me
L M N and O P Q
from my true road to his crooked paths
R and S and T and U
his love came to me cruelly
through my shirt and to my heart
I did hear a little rumour
it went out through my sleeve
yonder’s the bush of green birch
yonder’s the bush that breaks my heart
it's not for the bush that I’m sighing
but for the lad I saw within it
they do say in these parts
that there’s nothing as cold as they snow
I put a little in my bosom
I felt the white snow to be warm
tiresome is to court here and there
tiresome it is to be without that tiredness
but of the tiresome things, the most tiresome -
the painful ache of love in vain
come my dear, take a reed
and hold it at its two ends
in half, break it truly
like you broke my heart