I love a girl from Penderyn parish
And I've been courting her for many a day
I couldn't love any other girl
Ever since I saw this round-faced girl.
It is so easy to watch her
Even though she's just a wee thing
When I go out to roam the fields
She heals my ailing heart.

I'm going tonight, God help me,
To say (sing) farewell to my little star
And tomorrow the bellringer will have work
Digging my grave under the yew tree
And writing my name
On the stone at the base of the tree
That I've been laid low
At the bottom of a grave for the love of Gwen.

There are some typos in the Welsh so, just in case anyone was 'harvesting' it, be aware. Nice song. We were just singing it a fortnight ago on our residential weekend ... I've not seen a singable English translation, but there may be one somewhere.

sian