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Yes, this is the hour when heartbroken and lone,
The exile looks back upon happy days flown;
In fancy wooes one he may never meet more,
And thinks, ah, how fondly, dear Wales, of thy shore!
All idly for him sweetest flow'rets entwine,
For him smiles in vain the soft landscape divine ;
Their bright foreign beauty can nothing avail,
To turn his true heart from his own native vale. |
Nid oes ganddo neb arallymgomiant dg ej\ Mae'n siarad aH hunan yn heniaith ei dref; " O na bawn yn lleuad am funyd neu fwy, I edrych a th'wnnu ar Hafren ac Wy. Mac'n can ei amrantau er mwyn rhoi boddhdd, Vw enaid ehedegyn 61 i'r hen wlad : Amgylchwn y ddaear, y ffaithyma gawn* Yng Ngwalia'maeW galon* bU hynnagyr awn." |
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