Milgi, milgi
Ar ben y bryn mae sgwarnog fach,
ar hyd y nos mae'n pori
A'i chefen brith a'i bola gwyn
yn hidio dim am filgi
Cytgan:
Milgi milgi milgi milgi,
rhowch fwy o fwyd i'r milgi,
Milgi milgi milgi milgi,
rhowch fwy o fwyd i'r milgi.
Ac wedi rhedeg tipyn bach,
mae'n rhedeg mor ofnadwy
Ac un glust lan a'r llall i lawr,
yn dweud ffarwel i'r milgi.
(Cytgan)
'Rôl rhedeg sbel mae'r milgi chwim
yn teimlo'i fod e'n blino
A gweler ef yn swp ar lawr
mewn poenau mawr yn gwingo.
(Cytgan)
Ond dal i fynd wna'r sgwarnog fach
a throi yn ôl i wenu
Gan sboncio'n heini dros y bryn
yn dweud ffarwel i'r milgi.
(Cytgan)
Greyhound, greyhound
On top of the hill there is a small hare,
all through the night it’s grazes
With it’s speckled back and white belly
not worrying at all about a grayhound
Chorus:
Greyhound greyhound greyhound greyhound,
give more food to the greyhound,
Greyhound greyhound greyhound greyhound,
give more food to the greyhound.
And having run a little way,
it’s running really badly
With one ear up and the other down,
saying goodbye to the grayhound.
(Chorus)
After running for a while the swift greyhound
is becoming tired
And I see him in a heap on the floor
squirming in awful pain.
(Chorus)
But the little hare’s still going
and turns back and smiles
While bouncing healthily over the hill
saying goodbye to the greyhound.
(Chorus)