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Nawr lanciau
rhoddwn glod,
Y mae'r gwanwyn wedi dod,
Y gaeaf a'r oerni a aeth heibio.
Daw'r coed i wisgo'u dail,
A mwyniant mwyn yr haul,
A'r wyn ar y dolydd i brancio.
Cytgan:
Moliannwn oll yn llon,
Mae amser gwell i ddyfod, Haleliewia,
Ac ar ol y tywedd drwg
Fe wnawn arian fel y mwg,
Mae arwyddion dymunol o'n blaenau,
Ffwl-la-la, ffwl-la-la, ffwl-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Ffwl-la-la, ffwl-la-la, ffwl-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Daw'r Robin
Goch yn llon,
I diwnio ar y fron,
A Cheiliog y Rhedyn i ganu,
A chawn glywed wiparwhil,
A llynffantod wrth y fil,
O'r goedwig yn mwmian chwibanu.
Cytgan
Fe awn i
lawr i'r dre,
Gwir ddedwydd fydd ein lle,
A llawnder o ganu ac o ddawnsio.
A chwmpeini naw neu ddeg
O enethod glan a theg,
Lle mae mwyniant y byd yn disgleirio.
Cytgan
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Now, lads
we'll give praise,
The spring has come,
The winter and cold have passed.
The trees come to wear their leaves,
And the gentle pleasure of the sun,
And the lambs on the hilltop to prance.
(Chorus)
Let's all rejoice merrily,
There's a better time to come, Hallelujah,
And after the bad weather
We'll make money like smoke,
There are pleasant signs before us,
Fol-la-la, fol-la-la, fol-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Fol-la-la, fol-la-la, fol-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Red Robin
comes merrily,
To tune on the hill,
And the grasshoppers to sing,
And we hear the whip-poor-will,
And toads by the thousand,
Mumbling whistling from the woods.
Chorus
We'll go
down to town,
Our homes will be truly happy,
With lots of singing and dancing.
And company of nine or ten
Fair maidens,
Where the world's pleasure shines.
Chorus
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