Don’t ride her far,
take her easy today.
The mare needs a rest and her hay.
Don’t push her too hard,
the path yesterday,
gone further and further away.
Call her Clara
DISCO
ridin' through, ridin' through the springtime.
Call her Clara
DISCO
ridin' through, ridin' through the evening.
Ahhhhh-ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh
Yn edrych am y ceffyl du
O Aberaeron i Lanon
Yffach ma cwymp mawr i lawr i’r môr ger Aberarth
Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis
Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis
Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis
Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis
Lle taflaf fy mhryderon
This reekin’ spoil,
from minuteless toil,
a shimmering puddle of oil.
I can’t see ma face,
look here in this mirror,
the skin on my skull, it grows thinner.
Call her Clara
DISCO
ridin' through, ridin' through the winter.
Call her Clara
DISCO
ridin' through, ridin' through the evening.
Ahhhhh-ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh
I had a wee sister they called her ‘Peep, Peep’,
She waded the waters so deep, deep, deep,
She climbed up the mountain
So high, high, high,
And poor little thing she had got one eye.
