I am enjoying the recording on youtube by these gentlemen: Ar Y Gweill: Fflat Huw Puw.

Here are the lyrics posted with the video.

Mae swn yn Mhortinllaen,
swn hwylie'n codi:
Blocie i gyd yn gwichian,
Dafydd Jones yn gweiddi:
Ni fedra'i aros gartre
yn fy myw;
Rhaid i mi fynd yn llongwr iawn
ar Fflat Huw Puw.
      Fflat Huw Puw
       yn hwylio heno,
      Swn codi angor;
       mi fyna'i fynd i forio:
Mi wisga'i gap pig gloew
   tra bydda'i byw,
Os cai fynd yn llongwr iawn
   ar Fflat Huw Puw.

Mi bryna'i yn y Werddon
sane sidan,
Sgidie bach i ddawnsio,
a rheiny a bycle arian;
Mi fyddai'n wr bonheddig
tra bydda'i byw,
Os ca i fynd yn Gapten llong
ar Fflat Huw Puw.
      Mi gadwai'r Fflat
       fel parlwr gore,
      Bydd sgwrio mawr a chrafu
       bob ben bore;
Mi fydd y pres yn sgleinio
   ar y llyw,
Pan fydda i yn Gapten llong
ar Fflat Huw Puw.

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There's a sound in Port Dinorwig,
   the sound of sails being raised:
All the blocks screeching,
Dafydd Jones shouting:
I cannot stay at home
for the life of me;
I must go to be a sailor true
on Huw Puw's Flat.
      Huw Puw's Flat
       is sailing tonight,
      The sound of the anchor being raised;
       I will go to sea!
I will wear a cap with a shiny peak
as long as I live,
If I can go to be a sailor true
on Huw Puw's Flat.

In Ireland I will buy
silk stockings,
Little dancing shoes,
and those with silver buckles;
I would be a gentleman
as long as I live
If I can go to be a ship's Captain
on Huw Puw's Flat.
      I would keep the Flat
       like the best parlour,
      There will be much scrubbing and scraping
       at the start of every morning;
The brass will shine
on the steering wheel
When I become ship's Captain
on Huw Puw's Flat.

tr: 2008 Richard B Gillion

Alice in Montana