Pan oeddwn ar foreddydd
Yn rhodio mas o'm cyfydd
Cyfarfod neuthum a dau farch
Yn ymgom ar y mynydd

Dywedai y cel gwannaf
Nawr wrth y ceffyl cryfaf
Fe fum i undydd yn fy mharch
Yn gystal march a thithe

Pan es yn hen glunhercyn
Ces gario yd i'r felin
beth ddigwyddod i fy rhan
Ond gogred gwan o eisin

Tynasant fy mhedole
Gyrasant fi'r mynydde
thra bo anal yn fy ffroen
Ni ddeuaf byth shag adre

When I was at dawn 
 Wandering out of my home 
 I met two stallions 
 Conversing on the mountain 

 The weaker horse said 
 Now to the stronger horse 
 I was one day when I was revered 
 As equal a stallion as you 

 When I went lame 
 I was allowed to carry corn to the mill 
 And what happened to my part 
 But a weak sieveful of husk 

 They pulled off my horseshoes 
 Drove me to the mountains 
 And while there is breath in my nostrils 
 I'll never go home