ddaear

Updated: May 1, 2025

It was not in English, but in a deep guttural tongue. "Peth yw hono sydd yn gorwedd yna ar y ddaear?" said a masculine voice. "Yn wirionedd I do not know what it can be," said the female voice, in the same tongue. "Here is a cart, and there are tools; but what is that on the ground?" "Something moves beneath it; and what was that a groan?" "Shall I get down?"

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

I stopped and looked at one of the latter. It was to the memory of somebody who died at the age of sixty-six, and at the bottom bore the following bit of poetry: "Ti ddaear o ddaear ystyria mewn braw, Mai daear i ddaear yn fuan a ddaw; A ddaear mewn ddaear raid aros bob darn Nes daear o ddaear gyfrodir i farn."

George Henry Borrow - Wild Wales: Its People, Language and Scenery

There was a silence for a moment, and then a parley ensued between two voices, one of which was that of a woman. It was not in English, but in a deep guttural tongue. ‘Peth yw hono sydd yn gorwedd yna ar y ddaear?’ said a masculine voice. ‘Yn wirionedd—I do not know what it can be,’ said the female voice, in the same tongue. ‘Here is a cart, and there are tools; but what is that on the ground?’

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest

It was not in English, but in a deep guttural tongue. 'Peth yw hono sydd yn gorwedd yna ar y ddaear? said a masculine voice. 'Yn wirionedd I do not know what it can be, said the female voice, in the same tongue. 'Here is a cart, and there are tools; but what is that on the ground? 'Something moves beneath it; and what was that a groan? 'Shall I get down?

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest