XIII. MON. From Huw Goch.
Brodir, gnawd ynddi prydydd;
Heb ganu ni bu ni bydd.
A hospitable country, in which a poet is a thing of course. It has never been and will never be without song.
Brodir, gnawd ynddi prydydd;
Heb ganu ni bu ni bydd.
A hospitable country, in which a poet is a thing of course. It has never been and will never be without song.