David of the White Rock
David the bard for his harp softly cried
" Let me in dying have thee by my side
Let my weak fingers caress thee once more
God bless my loved ones till life's song be o'er

Last night an angel called softly to me
" David, come home now and play with the free."
Harp of my fathers, my song now must cease;
God bless my loved ones and grant them his peace."

or

"Bring me my harp," was David's sad sigh,
" I would play one more tune before I die.
Help me, dear wife, put the hands to the strings,
I wish my loved ones the blessing God brings."

"Last night an angel called with heaven's breath:
David, play, and come through the gates of death!
Farewell, faithful harp, farewell to your strings,
I wish my loved ones the blessing God brings."

Dafydd Y Garreg Wen
'Cariwch,' medd Dafydd, 'fy nhelyn i mi,
Ceisiaf cyn marw roi t�n arni hi.
Codwch fy nwylo i gyrraedd y tant,
Duw a'ch bendithio, fy ngweddw a'm plant.'

'Neithiwr mi glywais lais angel fel hyn,,
"Dafydd, tyrd adref a chwarae trwy'r glyn,"
Delyn fy mebyd, ffarwel i dy dant,
Duw a'ch bendithio, fy ngweddw a'm plant.