It was cruel to take their village from them
down in chapel holly before I was born
where calm waters rest like after a storm
and wet ground stays silent, the ache of a dry sky;
we flooded it and washed our hands for our blood
our life we drained from our lands
for industry many miles away
saw life grow for Wilson’s England
vanquished those tarnished in mud,
graves lay still a more silent smothered death,
the church undone, its frame a last breath,
Dee its thunder it spills readily now
now innocent Lynn Celyn silence haunts the place,
Cofiwch Dryweryn it reads in Afon Tryweryn
because of my home Liverpool still stands
the submerged town drowned by the English.
Moelfryn Gwerndelwau
Glan Celyn & y Llythyrdy Y Capel
Y Fynwent Tŷ Capel
Tynybont Yr Ysgol (school)
Brynhyfryd Y Gelli
Cae Fadog Penbryn Fawr
Coed Mynach Dol Fawr
Garnedd Lwyd Hafod Fadog & Mynwent y Crynwyr
Y Tyrpeg Tyddyn Bychan
Michael Holloway