Twll Bach Y Clo - Plethyn

Roedd cap nos yr eira ar gopa pob bryn

A rhew wedi gwydro pob dwr, ffos a llyn

A Gwenno’n gweu hosan wrth olau’r tân glo

A Huwcyn oedd yn aros wrth dwll bach y clo

Clywch, clywch, fechgyn, clywch, clywch, clywch!

Mae’r cathod yn mewian yn uwch ac yn uwch

A Gwenno’n gweu hosan wrth olau’r tân glo

A Huwcyn oedd yn aros wrth dwll bach y clo

Y gath oedd yn gorwedd yn dwrch ar y mat

A’r tad yn pesychu wrth smocio ei giat

Y fam oedd yn ffraeo fel dynas o’i cho'

A Huwcyn oedd yn crynu wrth dwll bach y clo

Clywch, clywch, fechgyn, clywch, clywch, clywch!

Mae’r cathod yn mewian yn uwch ac yn uwch

Y fam oedd yn ffraeo fel dynas o’i cho'

A Huwcyn oedd yn crynu wrth dwll bach y clo

Y fam yn methu deall fod Gwenno mewn gwanc

Mor wirion â charu rhyw lefan o lanc

A Huwcyn yn gwybod mai hwnnw oedd o

A’i galon fach yn crynu wrth dwll bach y clo

Clywch, clywch, fechgyn, clywch, clywch, clywch!

Mae’r cathod yn mewian yn uwch ac yn uwch

A Huwcyn yn gwybod mai hwnnw oedd o

A’i galon fach yn crynu wrth dwll bach y clo

Y tad aeth i fyny i’r lloffta uwchben

A’r fam roes agoriad y drws dan ei phen

Ond Gwenno arhosodd i nyddu’r tân glo

‘Rôl dwedyd gair yn ddistaw bach drwy dwll bach y clo

Clywch, clywch, fechgyn, clywch, clywch, clywch!

Mae’r cathod yn mewian yn uwch ac yn uwch

Ond Gwenno arhosodd i nyddu’r tân glo

‘Rôl dwedyd gair yn ddistaw bach drwy dwll bach y clo

‘Roedd swn y dylluan fel boda yn y coed

A’r ci bach yn cyfarth wrth glywed swn troed

A Huwcyn yn dianc fel lleidr ar ffo

‘Rôl dwedyd gair yn ddistaw bach drwy dwll bach y clo

Clywch, clywch, fechgyn, clywch, clywch, clywch!

Mae’r cathod yn mewian yn uwch ac yn uwch

A Huwcyn yn dianc fel lleidr ar ffo

‘Rôl dwedyd gair yn ddistaw bach drwy dwll bach y clo

A chyn pen y flwyddyn roedd Gwenno Jones yn wraig

A Huwcyn yn hwsmon i fferm Tan-y-Graig

A chanddynt un baban, y glana’n y fro

Ac arno roedd man geni — llun twll bach y clo!

Clywch, clywch, fechgyn, clywch, clywch, clywch!

Mae’r cathod yn mewian yn uwch ac yn uwch

A chanddynt un baban, y glana’n y fro

Ac arno roedd man geni — llun twll bach y clo!

The snow-capped cap was at the top of each hill

And ice has glazed every water, ditch and lake

And Gwenno knits a sock by the light of the coal fire

And Huwcyn was waiting by the keyhole

Hear, hear, boys, hear, hear, hear!

The cats are getting louder and louder

And Gwenno knits a sock by the light of the coal fire

And Huwcyn was waiting by the keyhole

The cat was lying neatly on the mat

And father coughs while smoking his gate

The mother who was arguing like a man from her

And Huwcyn was shaking at the keyhole

Hear, hear, boys, hear, hear, hear!

The cats are getting louder and louder

The mother who was arguing like a man from her

And Huwcyn was shaking at the keyhole

The mother can't understand that Gwenno is in a rush

As silly as loving some place of youth

And Huwcyn knew that he was

With her little heart trembling at the small keyhole

Hear, hear, boys, hear, hear, hear!

The cats are getting louder and louder

And Huwcyn knew that he was

With her little heart trembling at the small keyhole

Father went up to the loft overhead

And the mother put the door open under her head

But Gwenno stayed to spin the coal fire

'Role of saying a word silently through the keyhole

Hear, hear, boys, hear, hear, hear!

The cats are getting louder and louder

But Gwenno stayed to spin the coal fire

'Role of saying a word silently through the keyhole

'The owl sounded like a buzzard in the woods

And the puppy barking when he heard a footstep

And Huwcyn escapes as a runaway thief

'Role of saying a word silently through the keyhole

Hear, hear, boys, hear, hear, hear!

The cats are getting louder and louder

And Huwcyn escapes as a runaway thief

'Role of saying a word silently through the keyhole

And within the year Gwenno Jones was his wife

And Huwcyn is the husband of Tan-y-Graig farm

With one baby, I clean the valley

And on it was a mole - the keyhole picture!

Hear, hear, boys, hear, hear, hear!

The cats are getting louder and louder

With one baby, I clean the valley

And on it was a mole - the keyhole picture!