CANWR GWERIN CYMRAEG
WELSH FOLK SINGER
Yr Arad Goch / The Red Plough
Alaw/Melody - Idris Lewis (1889-1952)
Geiriau/Words - John Ceiriog Hughes (1832-1887)
Os hoffech wybod sut mae dyn fel fi yn byw
mi ddysgais gan fy nhad grefft gynta dynol ryw
mi ddysgais wneud y gors yn weirglodd ffrwythlon ir
i godi daear las ar wyneb anialdir
rwy’n gorwedd efo’r hwyr ac yn codi efo’r wawr
rwy’n gorwedd efo´r yr hwyr ac yn codi efo’r wawr
i ddilyn yr og ar ochr y glog
a chanlyn yr arad goch ar ben y mynydd mawr
cyn boddio ar eich byd pa grefftwyr bynnag f´och
chi ddylech ddod am dro rhwng cyrn yr arad goch
a pheidiwch meddwl fod pob pleser a mwynhad
yn aros byth heb ddod i fryniau ucha´r wlad
yn ol eich clociau hardd bob bore codwch chi
y wawr neu wyneb haul yw´r cloc a nghoda i
y dyddiaduron sydd yn nodi´r haf i chi
ond dail y coed yw´r llyfr sy´n dod a´r haf i mi
cerddorion Ewrop ddont i´ch mysg i roddi cân
rwyf innau´n ymfoddhau ar lais y fronfraith lân
wrth wrando´r gwcw las a´r hedydd bychan fry
a gweled robin goch yn gwrando´r deryn du
If you’d like to know how a man like myself lives
I learnt from my father the first craft of man kind
I learnt to make the bog into a flourishing fruitful meadow
to raise green land on the face of desolate ground
I rest in the evening and arise with the dawn
I rest in the evening and arise with the dawn
to follow the harrow on the side of the slope
and pursue the red plough on top of the great mountain
before satisfying yourselves on your world, whatever craftsperson you might be
you should come for a turn between the horns of the red plough
and don’t think that all pleasure and enjoyment
always stays without coming to the highest hills of the land
according to your beautiful clocks each morning you arise,
the dawn, or the face of the sun is the clock that arises me
the calendars is what marks the Summer for you
but the leaves of the trees is the book that brings the Summer to me
the musicians of Europe come amongst you to give a song,
I do content myself on the voice of the pure thrush
listening to the blue-grey cuckoo and the small lark above
and watching the red robin listening to the blackbird