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Alaf yn ail; mail am lad;

Llithredawr llyry; llon cawad,

A dwfn rhyd; berwyd bryd brad.

Cows in the byre, beer in the bowl.

Rain floods the fierce-flowing ford

And slick paths. A soul stews over treason.

Llywarch the Ancestor