Hykka Trevithick An brassa tus a vew bys vykken Hag an brassa a'n brassa esa va, Ow sevel mar ughel avel pons an Tamar Kyn nyns eksistyas henna hwath.
Y dhiwvregh a ystynnas a veus dhe veus Hag yth esa brest krev yntredha, A anellas an ayr ha gwruthyl mog tew Ha tan monow a'y dhewfrik ow setha.
An kowr a dhen a gerdhas war rosow Ha ny skwithsons i bythkweth, A-les dhe dermyn an savnow down, Mes istori piw nyns yw brith?
Yn-dann waskedh meur y sevis yn fyrv Ow herdhya erbynn balyer metol. Pan hwethas y dopp, gowyow a neyjas Ha hwes a'y dal a wrug poll.
An naghoryon avius a fias yn skav Dhe avodya sewyans an liv, Ha ynnia y honan dhe vos hogen gwell O tybyans an kowr heb grev.
Hag oberi a wrug war legaci dial A'gan kar hwath dhe'n gwetha termyn. An den ma a vew prest y'n jydh hedhyw War bub tren helergh yma y hwerthin.
| Dicky Trevithick The greatest men live forever And he was the greatest of great, Standing as tall as the Tamar bridge Even though that didn’t exist yet.
His arms extended from thumb to thumb And between them was his strong chest, Breathing the air to create thick smoke As mineral fire shot from his nostrils.
This giant of a man walked on wheels And never did they tire, Apart from the time of the deep potholes, But whose history isn’t bespeckled?
Under great pressure he stood strong Pushing against metal barrels. When he blew his top, lies flew forth And the sweat on his brow made a pool.
The jealous nay-sayers quickly fled To avoid the fallout of the flood, And forcing himself to be even better Was the idea of this giant without woe.
And he worked on his legacy of revenge Which carries us still to the worst of times. This man lives still in our present age His laugh echoes on every delayed train. |
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