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VALE OF CLWYD.
(YN NYFFRYN CLWYD.) |
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But though his shape is dust, Though his dread sword is rust,
To memory's light they leap forth anew Till, Clwyd, with prouder swell Our hearts thy praises tell, For their stern sakes who fell
To Gwalia's standard true. |
Ond cedwir ei goffdd
Er mewn pridd mewn parkad;
Gldn yw ei gleddyffel erioed. Os cant cofioW wyd, Am ddolydd Dyffryn Clwyd, O ! cofia gofio'r dewr
Syddyno dan dy droed. |
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If black oblivion's pall
On their bright fame must fall,
It first shall quench the stars' keen fires; For O, from hills to waves While holy Freedom paves Our footsteps with their graves,
We'll celebrate our sires ! |
Mewn anghofni chant fod, Wyy y clidd, hit eu clod,
Tra'r awel tros eu beddau cli Y maeyng Nghymrtt fyrdd, Ofeddau ary ffyrdd, Yn balmant hydyrhwn
Y rhodia lihyddid bythl |
'f/th |
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This is a variant of an Irish melody known as the " Cruiskeen Lawn."—En.
* This Einion was slain in the reign of Henry III. at the siege of Diserth Castle. A cross was erected on the spot where he fell, which was called Crocs Hinion ; the shaft of which is nozv supposed to form part of the stile leading into the churchyard of Diserth. b |
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H. 4868. |
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