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My laughter is over, my step loses lightness,
Old country-side measures steal soft on mine ear; I only remember the past and its brightness,
The dear ones I mourn for again gather here. From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me.
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome, I find other faces fond bending to greet me :
The Ash grove, the Ash grnve alone is my home ! |
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Rhy hwyr ydoedd galw y saeth at y llinyn,
A V llances yn marw yn welw a gwan ; Bygythiodd ei glcddyf trwy galon y llencyn ;
Ond ni redai Cariad unfodfedd o'r fan. 'Roedd Golitd, ei " darpar" yn hen ac anynad,
A geiriau diwcddaf yr Acres hardd Hon, Oedd, " gwell genyf farm trwy ergyd fy Nghariad,
Na byw gyda Golud yn Mhalas Llwyn On." |
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