Titrwm Tatrwm

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Titrwm Tatrwm

Titrwm tatrwm
Lamb-coloured Gwen,
The colour of the soft clover, I am knocking,
The wind is cold from on the lake
Oh flower of the valley awaken
Blow the fire, it will light soon,
It is stormy tonight
If far from my land I go
What will I do with my girl?
Whether to take her with me
Or leave her in longing?
My heart flies from everywhere
To the hills and hollows of Pentraeth
I'm sometimes in London, and sometimes in Chester
Working direly for her
Sometimes I squeeze myself/my sleep in a cell
And sometimes far from her
I would embrace my rose-bloom
If I was close to her
Publicado por Jason P Morgan el Jue, 21/06/2012 - 12:02
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Most places online that I have looked, I seem to find the same lyrics as posted here http://lyricstranslate.com/en/titrwm-tatrwm-pitter-patter.html - however they seem like they might be slightly wrong. Furthermore, there were a few mistakes in translating them.

I have used this version by Meredydd Evans http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWtupri91AY and have used the linear notes of his Welsh Folk Songs album to correct the above lyrics http://media.smithsonianfolkways.org/liner_notes/folkways/FW06835.pdf (not those written on the youtube comments board). I was quite happy to have gotten it quite close without these notes, however, in translating, a few small things were still a little unclear to me.

* "Weithiau rwy'n gwasgu fy hun mewn cell" - "hun" can mean "self" or "sleep".

(Further comments are welcome Smile )

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