Mae llevain mawr a gwaeddi Yn Ystrad Fîn eleni A cherrig nadd yn toddi ’n blwm Rhag ovn Twm Shôn Catti. In Ystrad Fîn this year, appalling The tumult loud, the weeping, wailing, That thrills with fear and pity; The lightning scathes the mountain’s head, The massy stones dissolve like lead, All nature shudders at the tread And shout of Twm Shôn Catti.…
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