Bachgen Bach O Dincer lyrics and chords
/ A Little Tinker Boy 4/4 The lyrics and chords fit Siwsann George’s version from her album ‚Traditional Songs of Wales / Caneuon Traddodiadol Cymru’. The version here is in the key of em (capo on 7th fret or am=em, G=D, C=G) This song is about a little Tinker boy, now called ''Travelers '
The most popular of these ''Traveler songs is the one by Ewan McColl The Traveling People Song which was recorded by a rake of folk singers from back in the 1960's including The Dubliners.
The most popular of these ''Traveler songs is the one by Ewan McColl The Traveling People Song which was recorded by a rake of folk singers from back in the 1960's including The Dubliners.
(Am)Bachgen bach o dincer
(G)Yn myned hyd y wlad, Cario'i dwls a’i dacle’, (Am)’Neud ei waith yn rhad, Yn ei law ’roedd haearn Ac (C)ar ei gefn ’roedd bocs, (Am)Pwt o getyn yn ei geg, A (G)than ei drwyn ’roedd (Am)locs. Cyrfa / Chorus (Am)Potsiar peipar A (G)twigar owns agen, Ddy potsiar o ddy peipar O ddy (Am)nicrbocr lein; La di da di da di da, (C)Hoc it on ddy tshen, Ddy (Am)potsiar o ddy peipar O ddy (G)knickerbocker (Am)line. (Am)Cydio yn y babell, Y (G)piser neu'r ystên; Taro'r haearn yn y tân A (Am)dal i sgwrsio'n glên; Eistedd yn y gongol, Un (C)goes ar draws y llall, (Am)Taenu'r sodor gloyw glân I (G)gywrain guddio'r (Am)gwall. Cyrfa / Chorus (Am)Holi hwn ac arall (G)Ple'r aeth y tincer mwyn, Gyda'i becyn ar ei gefn, A (Am)chetyn dan ei drwyn. Bachgen bach o dincer Ni (C)welir yn y wlad; Mae'n (Am)golled ar ei ôl I (G)'neud ei waith yn (Am)rhad. |
English Translation of the verses
A little tinker boy Wandering the countryside Carrying his pack on his back And doing his work cheaply. In his hand an iron And on his back a box, A little pipe in his mouth And under his nose, whiskers. Taking up a pitcher, A pot or frying pan, Placing the iron in the fire, While talking in a friendly manner, Sitting in the corner, One leg over the other, Spreading the clean and shiny solder To mend the defect tidily. We ask different people Where the kind tinker has gone, With his pack on his back And his pipe under his nose. The little tinker boy Is nowhere to be seen, Oh what a loss it is – He did his work so cheaply. |