Bachgen bach o dincer
Bachgen bach o dincer
yn crwydro hyd y wlad
cario'i becyn ar ei gefn
a gweithio'i waith yn rhad.
Yn ei law roedd haearn
ac ar ei gefn roedd bocs,
pwt o getyn yn ei geg
a dan ei drwyn roedd locs.
Cydio yn y babell,
y piser neu'r ystên;
taro'r haearn yn y tân
a dal i sgwrsio'n glên;
eistedd yn y gongol,
un goes ar draws y llall,
taenu'r sodor gloyw glân
i gywrain guddio'r gwall.
Holi hwn ac arall
ble'r aeth y tincer mwyn,
gyda'i becyn ar ei gefn
a'i getyn dan ei drwyn.
Bachgen bach o dincer
ni welir yn y wlad;
ow! mae'n golled ar ei ôl
i weithio gwaith yn rhad.
Traddodiadol
A little tinker boy
A little tinker boy
wandering the countryside
carrying his pack on his back
and doing his work cheaply.
In his hand an iron
and on his back a box,
a little pipe in his mouth
and under his nose, whiskers.
Taking up a pitcher,
a pot or frying pan;
placing the iron in the fire,
while talking in a friendly manner;
sitting in the corner,
one leg over the other,
spreading the clean and shiny solder
to mend the defect tidily.
We ask different people
where the kind tinker has gone,
with his pack on his back
and his pipe under his nose.
the little tinker boy
is nowhere to be seen;
oh what a loss it is –
he did his work so cheaply.
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