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Mynediad am Ddim: Padi...

The Irish and their Welsh neighbours have been involved with each other for over 2000 years the capture by Irish sea raiders on the coast of Wales of the teenager later to become known as Saint Patrick being just part of it. This modern folksong in the Welsh language continues the story...


The saga of 'Mynediad am Ddim' ('Admission for Nothing') began in 1974 when six students at the University of Wales, Aberystwyth got together for a bit of a laugh and, more importantly, to compete at that years inter-college Eisteddfod at Bangor. They won there and decided to carry on... (more at: http://mynediadamddim.com/english.htm)
Padi: Pan ddeuair plant or ysgol...


(scroll down for a translation of this song)

Pan ddeuair plant or ysgol

Fei gwelsant ar y bryn,

Ei gôt fawr lwyd yn garpiau ar ei gefn.

Roedd y plant yn hoff ohono,

Ac yn hoff o dynnu ei goes

Ond chlywais erioed mohono

Yn dweud y drefn.

Ac âi yn ôl ir odyn galch,

Lle roedd yn byw ei hun,

Ac yno roedd yn cysgu

Gydai dân ai botel win.


Fe ddaeth draw i Gymru

Ar ôl y Rhyfel Fawr

O Donegal ai eiddo yn ei law.

Pum punt yn ei boced

A photel fawr o jin

Cyrhaeddodd dre Caergybi yn y glaw,

Ac aeth yn syth ir odyn,

Ac yno roedd yn cysgu

Gydai dân ai botel win.


Un bore yn y Gwanwyn

Y crwydryn aeth i ffwrdd

Gan adael dim ond marwor ar ei ôl.

Tybed i bler aeth o,

Pererin mwyn y ffordd

Efallai at ei deulu yn Donegal.

Ond roeddwn in ei nabod

Ac yn ei alwn ffrind,

Ac rwyf yn dal iw gofio

Er ei fod o wedi mynd.


O'r albwm 'Mynediad am Ddim (Maer Grŵp yn Talu) a gyhoeddwyd gan Sain (Recordiau) Cyf yn y 1970au.






Paddy: As the children were coming from school...



As the children were coming from school


They'd see him on the hill


His big grey coat in rags upon his back


The children used to like him


And they liked to pull his leg -


But I never heard of him


That he'd give out.


Then he'd go back to the little lime kiln,


Where he lived by himself


And 'twas there he'd sleep


With his fire and his bottle of wine.


He had come over to Wales


After the Great War


From Donegal and his stuff in his hand



He had five pounds in his pocket


And a big bottle of gin -


He arrived at Holyhead in the rain,


And went straight to the kiln


And there he would sleep


With his fire and his bottle of wine.


One morning in the Spring


The tramp he went away


Leaving nothing but the embers behind.


I wonder where he went


That gentle pilgrim of the road


Perhaps to his people in Donegal


But I had known him


And had called him a friend,


And I go on remembering him


Even though he's gone.
From the album Mynediad am Ddim (Maer Grŵp yn Talu) published by Sain (Records) Ltd in the 1970s.