Hen Ferchetan
Hen Ferchetan wedi colli'i chariad
Cael un arall dyna oedd ei bwriad
Ond nid oes un o lanciau'r pentre
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Am briodi Lisa Fach yr Hendre.
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Hen Ferchetan sydd yn dal i drïo,
Gwisgo lase sidan ac ymbincio.
Ond er bod brân i frân yn rhywle,
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Nid oes neb i Lisa Fach yr Hendre
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Hen Ferchetan bron â thorri'i chalon,
Mynd i'r llan mae'r holl o'r hen gariadon.
Bydd tatws newydd ar bren fale,
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Cyn briodith Lisa Fach yr Hendre.
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Hen Ferchetan aeth i Ffair y Bala,
Gweld Siôn Prys yn fachgen ddigon smala.
Gair a ddywedodd wrth fynd adre,
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Cododd galon Lisa Fach yr Hendre.
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Old spinster
Old spinster has lost her love
Having another, this was her intention
But not one of the youths of the village
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is willing to marry Little Lisa from Hendre.
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Old spinster who is still trying,
Dressed up in satin lace and make up
But although every raven finds his mate somewhere
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There is no-one for Little Lisa from Hendre
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Old spinster with an almost broken heart,
All the old lovers have gone to the church (to get married).
There will be new potatoes on the apple tree (i.e. pigs might fly),
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Before Little Lisa from Hendre will marry.
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Old spinster went to Bala Fair,
Sees John Price the cheeky lad.
Said a word as he went home,
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Little Lisa from Hendre’s heart rose.
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