De Sadorn, whetegves mis Est
Saturday, 16th August
Trehys ew an ys war an mena owryek a-dâl, degys dhe ves ew an greun, ha gerys a-dhelher ew lies pusorn cala brâs. Scon e vedh mis "Gwedngala" - saw nag ew an cala-na gwydn! Ma lies greunen rüdh, henwys ogan, war wedh henwys "spern gwydn". En gwenton ma flourys gwydn, saw nag ew an spern gwydn gwydn lebmyn. En gwenton ma flourys gwydn dhe'n gwedh spern dû, ewedh. Bes lebmyn dû ens, gen lies eyrinen dhû. Lebmyn ma othom dhebm a votel a gin dhe wil gin eyrin rag Nadelik.
The corn has been cut on the golden hillside opposite, the grain has been carried away, and left behind are a lot of big straw bales. Soon it will be September, the month of "white straw" - but that straw is not white! There are a lot of red berries, called haws, on trees called "white thorn". In spring there are white flowers, but the hawthorns are not white now. In spring the blackthorn trees have white flowers, too. But now they are black with lots of black sloes. Now I need a bottle of gin to make sloe gin for Christmas.
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