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O FY HÊN GYMRAEG.

"Oh for [a word of] mine own old Welsh ! "
The proverbial longing of the Welsh in London.

YES, there is nothing I want, dear,
You may put the candle by ;
There is light enough to die in,
And the dawning draweth nigh.
Only the want remaineth,
Gnawing my heart away :
Oh for a word of my mother's tongue,
And a prayer she used to pray !
O fy hen Gymraeg !

I wish I had taught you to speak it
While the light was on my brain ;
It has vanished now, with the thousand things
That will never come back again.