FFLAT HUW PUW Lyrics and chords

4/4 (Trad. Welsh Sea Shanty)

Mae (G)sŵn yn Mhortinllaen, swn (C)hwylie'n (G)codi:
(C)Blocie’i gyd yn (D)gwichian, (G)Dafydd Jones yn (C)gwei(D)ddi:
Ni (G)fedra'i aros gartre (C)yn fy (G)myw;
Rhaid (C)i mi fynd yn (D)llongwr iawn ar (G)Fflat (C)Huw (G)Puw.

Chorus
Fflat Huw (D)Puw yn (Em)hwylio (B7)heno, 
(C)Swn codi (D)angor; mi (G)fyna'i fynd (C)i (G)for(D)io:
Mi (G)wisga'i gap pig gloew tra (C)bydda'i (G)byw,
Os (C)cai fynd yn (D)llongwr iawn ar (G)Fflat (C)Huw (G)Puw.

Mi (G)bryna'i yn y Werddon (C)sane (G)sidan,
(C)Sgidie bach i (D)ddawnsio, a (G)rheiny a bycle (C)ari(D)an;
Mi (G)fyddai'n ŵr bonheddig (C)tra bydda'i (G)byw,
Os (C)ca i fynd yn Gapten (D)llong ar (G)Fflat (C)Huw (G)Puw.
Chorus

Mi (G)gadwai'r Fflat fel (C)parlwr (G)gore, 
(C)Bydd sgwrio (D)mawr a (G)chrafu bob ben (C)bo(G)re;
Mi (G)fydd y pres yn sgleinio (C)ar y (G)llyw,
Pan (C)fydda i yn Gapten (D)llong ar (G)Fflat (C)Huw (G)Puw.
Chorus

Below is another translation into English by Ian Jones

​Mae’r swn yn Mhortdinllaen swn hwliau’n codi
There’s a noise in Port Dinllaen the noise of sails being hoisted. 
Blociau’r gyd yn gwychian, Dafydd Jones yn Gweiddi
All the blocks are squeeling, Davy Jones is Bawling
Ni fedrai’n aros gartref tra fyddai’n fyw
O I couldn’t stay at home for the life of me,
Rhaid I mi mynd yn llongwr iawn ar fflat huw puw
I’ve got to get on huw puw’s ship and go to sea

Chorus

Fflat Huw Puw yn Hwylio Heno
Huw Puw’s ship is sailing tonight
Swn codi angor, mi fyddai’n fynd I forio
Time to raise the anchor, its time to go out sailing
Mi gwisgai’r gap pig gloew tra fyddai’n fyw
Oh I’ll wear a captain’s hat so long as I be
Os cai I fynd yn llongwr iawn ar fflat huw puw
If I can get on Huw Puw’s ship and go to sea

English Translation
HUW PUW’S FLAT

There's a sound in Port Dinorwig, the sound of sails being raised:
All the blocks screeching, Dafydd Jones shouting:
I cannot stay at home for the life of me;
I must go to be a sailor true on Huw Puw's Flat.

Chorus
Huw Puw's Flat is sailing tonight, 
The sound of the anchor being raised; I will go to sea!
I will wear a cap with a shiny peak as long as I live,
If I can go to be a sailor true on Huw Puw's Flat.
In Ireland I will buy silk stockings,
Little dancing shoes, and those with silver buckles;
I would be a gentleman as long as I live
If I can go to be a ship's Captain on Huw Puw's Flat.

I would keep the Flat like the best parlour, 
There will be much scrubbing and scraping at the start of every morning;
The brass will shineon the steering wheel
When I become ship's Captain on Huw Puw's Flat.