Paroles et traduction Carreg Lafar - Aberhonddu

Aberhonddu

Clywai'r tabwrdd efo'r chiwban,
'Nawr yn datgan 'Tôn y Cam',
Daeth y diwrnod, byddych barod,
Rhaid ymado â gwlad eich mam;
De'wch bob dynyn, rhaid yw cychwyn,
A chyn bo terfyn ar ein taith,
Ni gawn deithio hir filldiroedd
Dros y tir a'r moroedd maith.

Trwm yw'r newydd, tra mawr niwed,
Rhaid yw myned, dyma'r modd;
Gado bryniau gwlad ein tadau,
Oer yw'r geiriau iw'r rhoi ar go'dd;
Gado Cymru, ardal wiwgu,
Fwyn lle darfu i'n gael ein bod,
Aí thrigolion hylon haeledd,
Llawn o rinwedd llon erio'd.

Nid oes gwyned 'nawr â gwenau,
Oer yw'r geiriau, dagrau gwr,
Ansirioldeb ydw'r nodeb
Sydd ar wyneb pob rhyw wr;
Rhaid yw gadael 'nawr y lwysdref,
Lle bu'n cartref flwyddyn bron,
Tref careiddlu, ynghanol Cymru,
Aberhonddu lwysgu lon.

Dacw fwg y dre'n diflanu,
Dacw'r teiau, muriau mawr;

Yn ymddangos, (olwg decaf),
Y tro diweddaf inni 'nawr;
Dacw'r Arfdy^ lle bu'n llety,
Dacw'r gloch-dy^ Eglwys Fair,
Ac ar ei ben ef geiliog amlwg,
Yn cilio o'n golwg gydâ'r gair.

Dacw'r Banau, brenin bryniau,
Yn dal ei wenau uwch y dref;
Ond yn fuan, dyma'r cwynfan,
Mwy 'chawn wel'd mo honaw ef;
Rhaid in' bellach, rhaid in' bellach,
Ganu'n iach, er cwyno'r hir;
Ac o'm cwynion a'm hoch'neidion,
Cleddir fi mewn estron dir. (^after y means it should sit on top of the previous letter)

Aberhonddu

I hear the drum and pipe,
Now playing 'Tôn y Cam',
The day has come, be ready,
You must leave your motherland;
Come every man, we must depart,
And before our journey ends,
We will have traveled many miles
Over land and vast seas.

The news is heavy, a great loss,
I must go, this is the way;
Leaving the hills of our fathers,
Cold are the words to put on my lips;
Leaving Cymru, gracious region,
Sweet place where we found our being,
And its noble inhabitants,
Full of generous virtue today.

There is no smile in Gwent now,
Cold are the words, tears of a man,
Responsibility is the mark
That is on the face of every man;
I must now leave the fair town,
Where I have lived for almost a year,
The garrison town, in the heart of Cymru,
Resplendent Aberhonddu.

There goes the smoke of the town vanishing,
There go the houses, the great walls;

Appearing (a most beautiful sight),
For the last time to us now;
There goes the Armoury where I lodged,
There goes the tower of St Mary's Church,
And on its summit a conspicuous weathercock,
Disappearing from our sight with the word.

There goes the Banau, king of hills,
Keeping its smile above the town;
But soon, this is the complaint,
We will see it no more;
We must now, we must now,
Sing our farewell, though we mourn the parting;
And from my lamentations and my sighs,
I will be buried in a foreign land. (^after the means it should sit on top of the previous letter)