Tri Phennill i Drawsfynydd

Mi hoffais Wynedd brydferth gain,
  Ei chedyrn fain a'i choedydd;
Ar gangau'r gwŷdd fe ganai'r gôg,
  Uwch serchog, ddeiliog ddolydd;
Os ffôl yw sôn, mi deithiais i
  Dros Fannod i Drawsfynydd.

Ce's yno ddynion dewrion da,
  Am elwa ar y moelydd;
Ce's beraidd ddwfr mewn amryw ffôs,
  Màn agos i'w mawnogydd;
ce's fîr a chig, -
    ce's fara a chaws, -
  Ce's fwyniant yn Nhrawsfynydd.

Mae mynych sôn,
    (nis gẃn a'i gwir)
  Am rànu tir Meirionydd;
Os câf fi gornel fâch i'w thrin,
  Boed hòno'n mîn y mynydd,
Fel na b'o boen fy nwyn i bant
  Y fynwent yn Nhrawsfynydd.

I loved the beautiful, intricate Gwynedd,
  Her fine stong ones and her woods;
On branches of the trees the cuckoo would sing,
  Above affectionate, leafy meadows;
If it is foolish to mention, I travelled
  Across Beacons to Trawsfynydd.

I found there good, brave men,
  For reward on the bald hills;
I found sweet water in various ditches,
  A place near to its peat-bogs;
I found beer and meat, -
    I found bread and cheese, -
  I found enjoyment in Trawsfynydd.

There is frequent mention.
    (I don't know whether it's true)
  About apportioning the land of Merionneth;
If I get a small corner to tend,
  Let this be an edge of the mountain,
That pain may not take me to the hollow
  Of the cemetery in Trawsfynydd.