Specked, specked, Dinogad's coat,
I fashioned it of pelts of stoat
Twit, twit, a twittering,
I sang, and so eight slaves would sing.
When your daddy went off to hunt,
Spear on his shoulder, club in his hand,
He'd call the hounds so swift of foot:
'Giff, Gaff - seek 'im, seek 'im; fetch, fetch.'
He'd strike fish from a coracle
As a lion strikes a small animal.
When to the mountain your daddy would go,
He'd bring back a stag, a boar, a roe,
A speckled mountain grouse,
A fish from Derwennydd Falls.
Of those your daddy reached with his lance,
Whether a boar or a fox or a lynx,
None could escape, unless it had wings.

This piece appears in the A-text of the Gododdin, probably copied in from the margin of an older manuscript. It appears to be a cradle song, a song from a wealthy household. However, the use of the past tense gives it an elegiac feel. The translator feels this may be the oldest surviving British example of women's poetry.