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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Welsh Music |
| Marsh Of Rhuddlan |
| In the words |
| Morfa Rhuddlan 1. Du ac arswydus yw'r hanes am heddiw, Trechodd Caethiwed fyddinoedd y Rhydd, Ciliodd yr heulwen wrth weled ein distryw, Cleddyf y gelyn a gariodd y dydd! Gwylliaid ysgrechiant ar faes y gyflafan, Ceisio ys glyfaeth mae'r blaidd a'r dylluan, Wylo mae Rhyddid ar hen Forfa Rhuddlan, Gwlad annibynnol byth mwyach ni bydd. 2. Cladded y Forfa dan donnau yr eigion, Agor, O! Neifion, i'r dyfroedd eu dôr: Dagrau rydasant delynau y dewrion, DTyred i'n canol, O Arglwydd fy Iôr! Eto edrychaf ar draeth y gyflafan; Wadwyd mo Rhyddid er gwaethaf y cyfan, Gwell ydoedd marw ar hen Forfa Rhuddlan, Gwell ydoedd suddo i Ryddid y môr! Marsh Of Rhuddlan 1. Black be the day and accurst be the story, Tyrants have vanquish'd the sons of the free, At our destruction, the sun veil'd his glory, Proud foemen's swords must our yoke henceforth be! Fiends howl'd with joy on the red field of slaughter, Wolves and owls search'd for their prey 'mong the brave, Liberty weeps o'er the marsh of old Rhuddlan, When thy fair Freedom is sunk in the grave. 2. Deep may the marsh be o'erwhelmed by the ocean, Open, oh Neptune, the gates of thy deep: Fast on the harps of our bards tears are flowing, Rise, Lord, nor let now thy dread vengeance sleep! Once more I'll gaze on yon dark scene of slaugher, Freedom unconquer'd but sleeps in her grave, Better to die neath old Rhuddlan's still water, Calm is that sleep for the sons of the brave! |