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In hoar ocean's ear how our brook seems to whisper:
" O say shall he prosper; safe home shall he fleet ? With hands full or empty there shall he stand knocking,
Till dear ones come flocking their exile to greet." Then let Cymru's breezes, fresh caught from the billow,
Again lull my pillow, again light my cheek ; Until for the long rest I'm ready, I'm ready !
And with my tired body her bosom I seek. |
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Fy nwylaiv ddychwelant yn llawn next yn weigion
I agor drws anwyl fy nghartrcf gwyn draw: Mae'r afon yn sisial yn nghlusi yr hen eigion,
Gan ofyn pa ddiwmod yn ol afi ddaw 1 01 am dy hen awyv i wrido fy ngvuddiauy
A'm hwian fel plentyn i hiino meivn hedd ; A phan y gadawaf hen ff/d y cystuddiau,
Rhwng muYiaxCr hen fynwcnt 0 torrwch fy medd. |
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