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| Welsh Music |
| Hob Y Derri Dando |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
| 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 |