Pan fyddai'n rhodio gyda'r dydd Fy nghalon fach sy'n mynd yn brudd Wrth glywed sŵn yr adar mân Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa Lân.
Pan fyddai'n rhodio gyda'r hwyr Fy nghalon fach a dôdd fel cwyr Wrth glywed sŵn yr adar mân Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa lân.
When I stroll at nightfall My little heart melts like wax On hearing the sound of the little birds I feel great longing for fair Lisa.
When I go walking through the day, My lovesick heart will turn to clay, And but to hear the small birds sing, The longing to my soul will bring
When'er at eve I walk apart, Like wax will melt my lovesick heart, And but to hear the small birds sing, The longing to my soul will bring