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Un Uiw i'n gwlad, un llun glwys, 

 Un bryd, ag un baradwys. 

 Un foddau blodau o blant: 

 Un feddwl yn nef fyddant. 

 Un luniaeth, un oleuni, 

 Un blaid nef, a'n blodau ni. 



TRANSLATION. 



Offended art thou, O Lord almighty! Seven from Gloddaith 

 have been laid in the grave. Grievous has the world been to seven 

 persons in a week : a family of ingenuous youths, children of a 

 revered countryman. Of high rank were the branches, from a 

 tree proverbial for its root. The tree was Gruffydd ab Rhys, who 

 surpassed the luxuriance of a vineyard: and the children, a con- 

 solation deserving of all panegyric, were the branches, even to the 

 day of judgment. Woe is me, their justifier, that these scions 

 have fallen. They are all removed from their exalted seat, except 

 one branch : this one is good, may the Son of God give increase to 

 it! Heroes have been thrown, the trees have been broken, in the 

 district of Conwy. A company of fair lords, cold from pain and 

 grief, bore them. The country had a work of danger, and fright, 

 in burying them, the branches of Gloddaith. There was weeping 

 in Creuddyn, and bitter lamentation on seeing this. The people 

 cried out loudly, when the vine branches were covered up, the 

 descendants of Robin Llwyd. Creuddyn is faint and solitary; 

 Gruffydd is downcast, wanting his branches. Piteous, by the holy 

 Oswald, was his cry, and salt tears. Still more piteous was the cry 

 of Sioned ; being bereaved of distinguished men, deerlike, branches 

 which flourished on the side of a hill. Thick trees are almost all 

 bare now, with no place unhurt. O may God distribute blossoms 

 on the trees, and produce branches anew ! There were once eight 

 of them, one only now exists. The eldest was Davydd, he went 

 to heaven, when liis diiy came. Alas! to-night there is great 



