Gwen a Mair ac Elin
Gwen a Mair ac Elin
yn bwyta lot o bwdin
a Benja bach yn mynd o'i go
a chrïo'n anghyffredin.
Ifan bach a minne
yn mynd i Lunden Glame.
Mae'r gwynt yn oer a'r ffordd yn bell,
mae'n well inni aros gartre.
Ifan bach a minne
yn mynd i Lunden Glame
i roddi cyfraith ar y gath
am yfed llaeth y bore.
Codi'n fore, fore
a ffrwyno'r gaseg wine.
Modryb Siân a f'ewythr Siôn
yn synnu 'nhraed eu sanau.
Anhysbys
Gwen and Mair and Elin
Gwen and Mair and Elin
eating a lot of pudding
and little Benja is hysterical
and crying unusually.
Little Ifan and I
are going to London (Glame?).
The wind is cold and the journey long,
it’s better that we stay at home.
Little Ifan and I
are going to London (Glame?)
to set the law on the cat
for drinking the morning milk.
Wake early morning
and bridle up the mare.
Auntie Sian and my uncle Sion
surprised to the feet of their socks.
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