wedi

I will kneel down;" and he flung himself on the ground, and placed his ear close to my mouth. "Now speak if you can. Hey! what! no, sure, God forbid!" then starting up, he cried to a female who sat in the cart, anxiously looking on "Gwenwyn! Gwenwyn! yw y gwas wedi ei gwenwynaw. The oil! Winifred, the oil!"

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

John Jones betook himself to his cottage, and I went into the town, in which there was a great excitement; a wild running troop of boys were shouting "Sebastopol wedi cymmeryd. Hurrah! Hurrah!" Old Mr Jones was standing bare-headed at his door. "Ah," said the old gentleman, "I am glad to see you. Let us congratulate each other," he added, shaking me by the hand.

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

"Peth yw y matter?" said John Jones. "Y matter, y matter!" said the postman in a tone of exultation, "Sebastopol wedi cymmeryd. Hurrah!" "What does he say?" said my wife anxiously to me. "Why, that Sebastopol is taken," said I.

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

I will kneel down'; and he flung himself on the ground, and placed his ear close to my mouth. 'Now speak if you can. Hey! what! no, sure, God forbid! then starting up, he cried to a female who sat in the cart, anxiously looking on 'Gwenwyn! gwenwyn! yw y gwas wedi ei gwenwynaw. The oil! Winifred, the oil!

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

I will kneel down’; and he flung himself on the ground, and placed his ear close to my mouth. ‘Now speak if you can. Hey! what! no, sure, God forbid!’ then starting up, he cried to a female who sat in the cart, anxiously looking on—‘Gwenwyn! gwenwyn! yw y gwas wedi ei gwenwynaw. The oil! Winifred, the oil!’

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