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Pan fyddair'r nos yn olau |
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A llwch y ffordd yn wyn |
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A'r bont yn wag sy'n croesi'r dwr |
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Difwstwr ym mhen llyn |
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Y tylluanod yn eu tro |
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Glywid o lwyncoed cwm y glo |
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Pan siglari'r hwyaid gwylltion |
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Wrth angor dan y lloer |
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A llyn y efridd ar ffridd y llyn |
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Trostynt yn chwipio'n oer |
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Lleisio'n ddidostur wnaent I ru |
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Y gwynt o goed y mynydd du |
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Pan lithrai gloyw ddwr glaslyn |
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I'r gwyll, fel cledd i'r wain |
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Pan gochai pell ffenestri'r plas |
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Rhwny briglas lwyni'r brain |
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Pan gaeal syrthni safnau'r cwn |
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Nosai ynys for yn eu swn |
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A phan dywlla'r cread |
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Wedi'i wallgofddydd maith |
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A dyfod gosteg diystwr |
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Pob gweithiwr a phob gwaith |
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Ni bydd eu lladin ar fy llw |
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Na llon na lieddf "tw-whit, tw-hw." |
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When night was lit by moon-glow |
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And dustly roads lay white |
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The empty bridge bestrode the stream |
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O'er water's gleam so bright |
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The owls were heard, each one in turn |
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From cwm y glo across the burn |
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When wild ducks swayed at anchor |
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Beneath the moonbeams bold |
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When moaning wind it's woe did sing |
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Whipping the wavelets cold |
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Pitiless was their hooting then |
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From myndd du across the glen |
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When gleaming glaslyn glided |
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Through dusk, like sword to sheath |
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When distant mansion's windows glowed |
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Through shadowed woodland's wreath |
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When sullen silence woodland's wreath |
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Ynysfor's night to their sounds |
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And when the worlds shall darken |
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Ended their frantic day |
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And when the stealthy stillness minds |
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All mankind's work and play |
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Still shall their latin sound, 'its true" |
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Nor glad nor sad, "tu shit, tu whool" |
