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For today, Iâd like to share with you an extremely poignant and heartbreaking song. Itâs really beautiful, despite its very dark theme, and there are a lot of amazing renditions of it, therefore I decided to share two of them in one post, and itâs possible that Iâll share some other versions of it in the future too, who knows. The first of these two versions is by Gwilym Bowen Rhys, from the first album of his Detholiad o Hen Faledi (Selection of Old Ballads) album series. This is the very first version of this song that I heard, and I love Gwilymâs expressive a capella interpretation of it very much. THe other is by Siwsan George, from her album Traditional Songs of Wales – Caneuon Traddodiadol Cymru. – I was introduced to Siwsanâs music earlier this year. She was from Rhondda and sang both as a soloist as well as part of a folk group called Mabsant. Siwsan was also a harpist. Sadly, she passed away in her forties due to cancer.Â
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As we can read on Gwilymâs Bandcamp page,, this song tells the story of a poor girl called Jane Williams, from a village in Denbighshire called Cynwyd, who was raped at 23 and fell pregnant in 1868. Predictably, she was shamed and disdained by her community as a result, and eventually committed suicide by drowning herself in the river Dee. The lyrics were written by John Jones, also known under his bardic name of Llew oâr Wern, and set to a traditional tune called Thereâs Love Among the Roses.
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Iâve taken the translation below from  Gwilymâs website, where you can also find the original words in Cymraeg.Â
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On the banks of the old river Deeâ¨A pure maiden sitsâ¨Whispering quietly to herselfâ¨âIâve been left lonelyâ¨Without a love or a friend in the worldâ¨Nor a home to go to,â¨the door of my fatherâs house is locked,â¨tonight I am rejected.â¨â¨The finger of shame is after meâ¨Highlighting my weaknesesâ¨And the tide of my life has turnedâ¨And is buried under the waves.â¨On the alter of lust I was sacrificed,â¨Yes, I lost my virginity,â¨And thatâs the reason whyâ¨Iâm rejected tonight.â¨â¨You little trout that plays joyfullyâ¨In the pure waters of the river,â¨You have many friendsâ¨And shelter from enemiesâ¨You may live and die under the waterâ¨With no one having to know you,â¨Oh if I could only be like youâ¨I could die, and that would be the end.â¨â¨But my sorrowfull mind flies awayâ¨To a world thatâs yet to come,â¨And you, my harsh traitor, remember,â¨You must meet me there!â¨I need only think of your nameâ¨And living is too much for me.â¨Oh, deep river, accept me,â¨Your bed shall be my bed.ââ¨â¨And the next morning she was foundâ¨In the cold water of the river,â¨With a piece of paper in her handâ¨And on it, these words:â¨âDig me a grave in a lonely place,â¨Donât raise a stone or write an ephigy,â¨To denote the place where lies the dustâ¨Of the rejected maiden.â
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