I am enjoying the recording on youtube by these gentlemen: Ar Y Gweill: Fflat Huw Puw. Here are the lyrics posted with the video. Mae swn yn Mhortinllaen, swn hwylie'n codi: Blocie i gyd yn gwichian, Dafydd Jones yn gweiddi: Ni fedra'i aros gartre yn fy myw; Rhaid i mi fynd yn llongwr iawn ar Fflat Huw Puw. Fflat Huw Puw yn hwylio heno, Swn codi angor; mi fyna'i fynd i forio: Mi wisga'i gap pig gloew tra bydda'i byw, Os cai fynd yn llongwr iawn ar Fflat Huw Puw. Mi bryna'i yn y Werddon sane sidan, Sgidie bach i ddawnsio, a rheiny a bycle arian; Mi fyddai'n wr bonheddig tra bydda'i byw, Os ca i fynd yn Gapten llong ar Fflat Huw Puw. Mi gadwai'r Fflat fel parlwr gore, Bydd sgwrio mawr a chrafu bob ben bore; Mi fydd y pres yn sgleinio ar y llyw, Pan fydda i yn Gapten llong ar Fflat Huw Puw. _____________________ There's a sound in Port Dinorwig, the sound of sails being raised: All the blocks screeching, Dafydd Jones shouting: I cannot stay at home for the life of me; I must go to be a sailor true on Huw Puw's Flat. Huw Puw's Flat is sailing tonight, The sound of the anchor being raised; I will go to sea! I will wear a cap with a shiny peak as long as I live, If I can go to be a sailor true on Huw Puw's Flat. In Ireland I will buy silk stockings, Little dancing shoes, and those with silver buckles; I would be a gentleman as long as I live If I can go to be a ship's Captain on Huw Puw's Flat. I would keep the Flat like the best parlour, There will be much scrubbing and scraping at the start of every morning; The brass will shine on the steering wheel When I become ship's Captain on Huw Puw's Flat. tr: 2008 Richard B Gillion Alice in Montana
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