Hazel Whyte
Hob Y Derri Dando
Celtic Songs and Traditional Ballads
Modern
and
Traditional
Folk Music
Hob Y Derri Dando

1.  Ni bu ferch erioed cyn laned
Hob y deri dando,
Ni bu ferch erioed cyn wyned
Dyna ganu eto;
Ni bu neb o ferched dynion
Siân fwyn Siân
Nes na hon i dori 'nghalon

Cytgan:
Siân fwyn tyrd i'r llwyn,
Seiniwn glod i Siani fach fwyn:
Sian fwyn tyrd i'r llwyn,  
Seiniwn glod i Siani fach fwyn

2.  Gwyn eu byd yr adar gwylltion
Hob y deri dando;
Hwy gânt fynd i'r fynnon
Dyna ganu eto;
Weithiau i'r môr a weithiau i'r mynydd,
Siân fwyn Siân,
A dod adref yn ddigerydd
Cytgan:

3.  Tros y môr y mae fy nghalon
Hob y deri dando;
Tros y môr y mae fochneidion,
Dyna ganu eto:
Dros y môr y mae fanwylyd
Siân fwyn Siân
Sy'n fy meddwl i bob munud


Hob Y Derri Dando

1. Never was there maiden sweeter,
Hopb y deri dano
More alluring, livelier, neater
Hob y deri dando
Nor one to my fancy nearer  
Jane, sweet Jane
There is no one I love dearer  

Chorus:
Jane, run down the lane,
There in the grove we'll kiss again
Jane, run down the lane,
There in the grove we'll kiss again

2.  Blessed are the wild birds flying
Hob y deri dano;
They're full free, there's no denying,
Hob y deri dano;
Free to linger or to hasten,
Jane, sweet Jane;
And come home with none to chasten;
Chorus:

3.  Now, o'er seas, my heart is crying,
Hob y deri dando;
O'er the seas, O hear me sighing,
Hob y deri dando;
O'er the seas my soul comes winging,
Jane, sweet Jane;
Where your golden voice is ringing,
Chorus:

Jane, sing in the  the lane,
There in the grove we'll kiss again
Jane, sing in the lane,
There in the grove we'll kiss again
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