The Rising of the Lark
Codiad Yr Hedydd

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Melody - Elizabeth Grant, 1745-1814; Seq. by Randy Ralph
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Ceriog

Rise, rise, thou merry lark,
Whose upward flight I love to mark,
At early dawn of day.
Leave, leave, thy mossy lair,
With light wing cleave the yielding air,
And carol forth thy lay!
Sweet, oh sweet the honied note
That swells within thy warbling throat!
'Tis a stream of melody
That steals the raptured soul away,
Delightful harbinger of day
My blessing go with thee!

2. Night's ling'ring shades are fled,
And Phoebus, from his ocean bed
Through aether wings his flight.
Oh! let my music sweet
His presence with glad welcome greet
In ditties of delight!
Higher yet, still higher fly
Still soaring upward to the sky;
As when, in Eden's fairest grove
Unto the new created pair
You first did tune, to music rare,
A merry song of love!

Clyw! Clyw! for eu ol glod,
O! fwyn ed yw'r defn yn nau n dod,
O wyn fa lan i lawr.
Ai man ddefn yn nau can,
An ei rif lu ryw dyr fa lan,
Ddi hangodd gyd a r wawr?
Mud yw'r aw el ar y waun,
A brig y grug, yn esmyth gryn.
Gwran do mae yr ab er gain,
Ac yn y brwyn ym guddia'i hun.
Mor ne fol serch ol yd ydw'r sain,
Sy'n dod i swyn o dyn.

2. Cwyd, cwyd ehedydd, cwyd,
O le i le ar aden lwyd.
Yn uwch, yn uwch o hyd:
Can, can dy nodau cu,
A dos yn nes at lawen lu
Adawodd boen y byd.
Canu mae, a'r byd a glyw
Ei alaw lon o uchel le:
Cyfyd hiraeth dynolryw,
Ar ol ei lais i froydd ne':
Yn nes at Ddydd, yn nes at Dduw
I fyny fel efe!

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