'Cariwch,' medd Dafydd,
'fy nhelyn i mi.
Ceisiaf cyn marw
Roi tôn arni hi.
Codwch fy nwylo
I gyrraedd y tant.
Duw a'ch bendithio,
Fy ngweddw a'm plant.'
David the bard
On his bed of death lies.
Pale are his features,
And dim are his eyes.
Yet all around him
His glance wildly roves,
Till it alights
On the harp that he loves.
(Interlude)
Give me my harp,
My companion so long.
Let it once more,
Add its voice to my song.
Harp of my country,
Dear harp of the brave.
Let thy last notes
Linger o'ver my grave.
Writer(s): Traditional, Valda Plucknett
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