Tonight, tonight, little ones crash,
Halfpenny dreams in a firefly flash.
Bed, bed, lil' sleepy crew,
Tomorrow's a rocket, and it starts with you.

Oi, socks on the toaster, jam on the cat,
One’s in the wardrobe wearin’ me hat.
Toothbrush in the teapot, cereal in the sink,
Other one’s sayin’ the moon can blink.

Can I ride a fox? Like, real slow?

If I wear four coats, will I never feel snow?

I say “yes” to most, “maybe” to some—
But bedtime’s comin’ and the stars won’t run.

PJs? Nah. Just vibes and biscuit.
One’s tryin’ spells, the other's gone mystic.
They're all full tilt till they trip on the rug—
And land in a cwtch like a bear in a hug.

Tonight, tonight, little stars go crash,
Halfpenny dreams in a moonlight dash.
Hush now, hush now, run and catch—
Dime dime dime, lil' hearts all hatch.

Bed bed, little noisy crew,
Dream of rivers and sky so blue.
Sleep, sleep, you mad wee sparks—
Tomorrow you chase the sun in the dark.

One asked me: “Why don’t clouds fall down?”
I said: “They do. That’s rain, love—brown town.”
Another said: “What’s inside a wish?”
And I said: “A whisper, wrapped in a dish.”

Are ghosts just dreams that don’t know they’re gone?

Can I have cake in the bath at dawn?

These are the gospels of bedtime chat,
Big thoughts in a room with a dragon mat.

Their teeth not brushed, but minds all lit,
Little philosophers throwin’ a fit.
And me? I just rhyme to keep ‘em still,
Spittin’ spells while the house turns chill.

Tonight, tonight, little stars go zoom,
Halfpenny dreams in the bedroom bloom.
Hush now, hush now, time ticks slow,
Dime dime dime, let the night wind blow.

Sleep sleep, little gobby gang,
Snorin’ like wolves in a bedtime slang.
Tomorrow's wild with toast and plans,
And riddles that only your crew understands.

I’ve walked this floor since before you spoke,
Since nappies and nonsense and dreams half broke.
Now you all chatter like gods on the rise,
Makin’ stars in your minds, paintin' clouds in the skies.

I’m just here with the cocoa, the mop, and the beat,
Countin’ you in, tuckin’ dreams in your feet.
One day you’ll climb where I can’t reach,
But tonight, I’ve still got the right to teach—

That love ain’t loud, and peace ain’t fake,
And bedtime’s holy, make no mistake.
So I whisper my bars like a myth half-told,
And wrap you in warmth while the fire gets cold.

Tonight, tonight, little ones hush,
Halfpenny dreams in a cwtchy rush.
Dime dime dime, the stars all wait,
For your next sunrise through the garden gate.

Bed bed, where the magic breathes,
Sleep soft beneath story leaves.
Sleep, sleep, you brilliant crew,
Tomorrow’s mad—and I’m proud of you.

Halfpenny Dreams (Heno, Little One)

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Dai and Ruth return to look ahead to the women's Nations League games against Denmark and Italy as Cymru strive to stay in League A. 
We also discuss the Welsh Spurs contingent winning in Europe, Newport's new manager and a varied weekend for some Welshmen in the Championship playoff final. 

Denmark and Italy Preview

It seems all the world is whirling by
In the blink of a Dragon’s eye.
like fog through a cloud-tossed sky
Images like little birds, they fly
Light and Dark, Live and Die
In the blink of a Dragons eye.
Strong and weak, truth and lie
In the blink of a Dragon’s eye.
Calm and Rave, Cower and Brave
Good and Bad, Joy and Sad 

I was born with a beat in my belly, Rhymes got teeth and a flow like jelly. Mum said “shush,” but I spat that flame, Wrote my name in the steam on the windowpane.
Got ink in my veins and a jaw like a crow, Words drop spells when I spit 'em low. Y Ddraig in my throat when I speak that truth, Made a mixtape ghost outta playground youth.

Say the name, twist the sound, Blood of words in battleground. Spell it wrong, you pay the toll— Speak it true, and you're whole.

Quick with a quip and a kick drum pace, Tongue got maps of a myth-born place. Wrote cynghanedd on my school lunch tray, Miss said “Stop,” but the rhyme said “Stay.”
Flow from the crows and the monks of Brecon, Words like wells — you blink, you reckon. Gramps said, “Language carves the land,” So I spat one bar and it broke her hand.

Talked to a ghost through a café cup, Said, “Keep spittin’, ‘cause the spell wakes up.” Dad left ink and my mum left fire, So I rhyme for the ones who retire desire.
Cracked my voice on a rainy beat, Still made gold when the rhyme felt weak. Not ‘bout bars just for show or style— Every line’s stitched with a child’s exile.

Got nine old tongues on my playlist now, One's all rhyme, and the rest just vow. Call me wandless, staffless, free— But my words make doors outta dead oak trees.
I don’t spit spells — I am the line, That loops through time like a tangled spine. Sweet with slang, but my roots run red, Gwaed y geiriau — ink I bled.

Salt on the lip, charm in the beat, Say it right and the path repeats. Gwaed y geiriau, words got soul— Say it clean, and you come back whole.

Not all magic needs a staff or wand. Some’s made of syllables... and what you’ve lived through. And when I spit, I bleed a bit less. That’s enough.

Gwaed y Geiriau

Russell and Leon shoot the breeze about the season's end and look ahead to the Liechtenstein qualifier. Check out Leon's recent article on the best uncapped Wales players featured in Nation Cymru: https://nation.cymru/sport/the-best-welsh-xi-to-never-play-for-wales/

Ep.187 - News round up and Liechtenstein preview

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Dai and Ruth return to look ahead to the World Cup Qualifiers this week. The squad, the tactics, who we think will play and the dreaded predictions. We also look back at the disappointing games in the Nations League for the womens team ahead of Euro 2025.

Liechtenstein and Belgium Preview

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Ar Hyd Y Nos All through the night 
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Ar Hyd Y Nos - All Through The Night: Acoustic version of Wales traditional music

Croeso i gyfres 3 Yr Hen Iaith! Agorwn y gyfres newydd hon trwy drafod dechreuadau’r Diwygiad Methodistaidd yng Nghymru, mudiad a fyddai’n cael effaith anferthol ar y traddodiad llenyddol Cymraeg. Nodwn fod y mudiad crefyddol wedi dod i Gymru ar yr union adeg ag yr oedd yn troi’n fudiad trawsatlantig, gydag un o’r arweinwyr Seisnig, George Whiftield, yn cael ei gofio gan rai fel ‘tad ysbrydol America’ (er ei fod yn ddyn drwg iawn ym marn Jerry Hunter!). 

Yn arwyddocaol iawn o safbwynt llenyddiaeth, roedd gwedd lythrennog iawn ar Fethodistiaeth Gymreig gynnar; er nad aeth yr un ohonynt i brifysgol, roedd yr arweinwyr cynnar – Hywel (neu Howell) Harris, Daniel Rowland a William Williams Pantycelyn – wedi derbyn addysg safonol iawn. Gwyddom lawer am Howell Harris gan ei fod yn ysgrifennu cymaint – mae agos at 300 o’i ddyddiaduron a llawer o’i lythyrau personol wedi goroesi hefyd.  Un o gefnogwyr Cymreig cynnar y diwygiad oedd Griffith Jones, Llandowror – dyn a wnaeth lawer i hyrwyddo llythrennedd trwy sefydlu’i rwydwaith o ysgolion. Wrth drafod trefniadau ymarferol y Methodistiaid cynnar – y seiat a’r sasiwn – awgrymwn fod y rhwydweithiau crefyddol hyn hefyd yn creu cymuned o ddarllenwyr a ‘derbynwyr llenyddiaeth’.

The Beginning of a New Period: The Methodist Revival

Welcome to series 3 of Yr Hen Iaith! We open this new series by discussion the beginnings of the Methodist Revival in Wales, a movement which would have an immense effect on the Welsh-language literary tradition. We note that the religious movement came to Wales at the exact time when it was beginning a transatlantic movement, with on of its English leaders, George Whitfield, being remembered by some as ‘America’s spiritual father’ (although he was a very bad man in Jerry Hunter’s opinion!).  

Extremely significant in the context of, there was an extremely literate aspect to early Welsh Methodism; although none of them went to university, the early leaders – Hywel (or Howell) Harris, Daniel Rowland and William Williams Pantycelyn – all received a very solid education. We know a lot about Howell Harris because he wrote so much – nearly 300 of his diaries have survived as well as many of his personal letters.  One of the revival’s early Welsh supporters was Griffith Jones, Llandowror – a man who did much to promote literacy with the establishment of his network of schools. While discussing the practical organization of the early Mahdiists – the ‘seiat’ and the ‘sasiwn’ –  we suggest that these religious Networks also created a community of readers and ‘receivers of literature’.

Cyflwynwyd gan: Yr Athro Jerry Hunter a'r Athro Richard Wyn Jones 
Cynhyrchwyd gan: Richard Martin 
Cerddoriaeth: 'Might Have Done' gan The Molenes

Darllen Pellach/Further Reading:
- Geraint H. Jenkins, Hanes Cymru yn y Cyfnod Modern Cynnar 1530-1760 (1983).
- Derec Llwyd Morgan, Y Diwygiad Mawr (1981).
- Jerry Hunter, Safana



Pennod 63 - Dechrau Cyfnod Newydd: Y Diwygiad Methodistaidd

Rich, Huw, Russell and Leon look back at a remarkable game in Brussel that , for all its drama and entertainment, leaves Cymru struggling to top their World Cup qualifying group.

Picture credit: Huw Davies
Music credit: Birds and Trees and Flowers - The Jonah Hex; Bedlam In Belgium - AC/DC

Ep.188 - Bedlam in Belgium

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Dai and Ruth return to look back at Wales' comfortable win over Liechtenstein and the bonkers dramatic loss to Belgium in Brussels. There's some recording from the day of the game as well as our thoughts on how the Bellamy project is looking after 10 games. 

Liechtenstein and Belgium Review

Waldo William's poem 'Remembrance / Cofio' (in English & Welsh): Explores the forgotten traditions, languages & wisdom of our ancestors

Poem 'Remembrance / Cofio' by Waldo Williams: English & Welsh versions

Podlediad Saesneg am dimau pêl-droed cenedlaethol Cymru

English language podcast about the Wales national football teams

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Cyflwyniad hwyliog i hanes llenyddiaeth Gymraeg, gyda, Jerry Hunter, hogyn o’r Midwest yn America yn dysgu Richard Wyn Jones, hogyn o ganolbarth Sir Fôn, am drysorau’i iaith ei hun.

Georgie weaves together guided-meditation and visualisation along with self-reflection and Nature-connection practices to create journeys that serve to deepen our ways of relating to ourselves, to the rest of Nature and to ourselves as Nature. These journeys of rich self-enquiry and inner exploration inspire outward action and evoke insight, connection and change.
Creating spaces for nourishment and renewal, Georgie’s passionate rootedness and carefully curated offerings reawakening the wild within, calling us home to our belonging and service to the earth.

We believe in the power of music to reach out to others, offering solace and a sense of belonging. Our lyrics explore the complexities of life, family, philosophy, spirituality, and the myriad emotions that define our journey. Through this music, we aim to shed light on the strategies of coping, the importance of resilience, and the unwavering belief in a brighter tomorrow.

Listen to Dai and Ruth, two Welsh exiles living in the Netherlands and US, talk Welsh football. They explore the Welsh football fan experience, as well as discussing Welsh football news, gossip and matches.

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