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Mae beddrod ei fam yn Nhrawsfynydd,
    Cynefin y gwynt a'r glaw,
Ac yntau ynghwsg ar obennydd
    Ym mynwent yr estron draw.

Bu fyw ag addfwvnder a chariad
  Yn llanw'i galon ddi-frad;
Bu farw a serch yn ei lygad
  Ar allor rhyddid ei wlad.

Bu farw a'r byd yn ei drafferth
  Yng nghanol y rhyfel mawr:
Bu farw mor ifanc a phrydferth
  A chwmwl yn nwylo'r wawr.

Breuddwydiodd am fywyd di-waew
  A'i obaith i gyd yn wyn;
Mor galed, mor anodd oedd marw
  Mor ifanc, mor dlws â hyn.

Ni ddaw gyda'r hafau melynion
  Byth mwy i'w ardal am dro;
Cans mynwent sy'n nhiroedd yr estron
  Ac yntau ynghwsg yn ei gro.

Ac weithian yn erw y marw
  Caed yntau huno mewn hedd;
Boed adain y nef dros ei weddw,
  A dail a rhos dros ei fedd.

His mother's grave is in Trawsfynydd,
  The habitat of the wind and the rain,
And he asleep on a pillow
  In the cemetery of the distant foreigner.

He lived with gentleness and love
  Filling his loyal heart;
He died with affection in his eye
  On the altar of his land's freedom.

He died with the world in its trouble
  In the midst of the great war:
He died so young and beautiful
  With a cloud in the hands of the dawn.

He dreamed of a pain-free life 
  With his hope all bright;
So hard, so difficult was death
  So young, so pretty as this.

He will not come with the honeyed summers
  Ever again to his district for a stroll;
For the cemetery is in the stranger's lands
  And he is asleep in its gravel.

And sometimes in death's acre
  May he get to sleep in peace;
May the wings of heaven be across his widow,
  And leaves and moor across his grave.