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Wol, ar y stïl huarn bydda'r plentyn bach i ista bob amsar, a'r hen deulu yn 'u cadeiria ac ar y setl ac yn y blaen, ac yn câl sgwrsus. Wol, er mwyn diddordeb i'r plentyn, weithia deud stori Tylwyth Teg wrtho fo, 'tê.
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'O dear me, yes, the old people. Old people telling stories about the Fairies, you see, around the fire. I'd see Mam going - as neighbours in days gone by would go and visit each other in the evenings. Spending two or three hours in a neighbour's house, now. Some half a dozen come together and me, of course, a small child sitting on the iron stool by the fire, like that. [There would be] an iron stool and a fender, of course, in front of the fires in days gone by, wouldn't there. And the fire tongs and the brass poker, almost as yellow as gold. Dear me! It was a lot of work to clean them. Well, the little child's place would always be on the iron stool, and the older family in their chairs and on the settle and so on, conversing. Well, to entertain the child, sometimes they'd tell him a story about the fairies. And I heard many stories about the fairies, that they'd caught someone's child and had taken him, and [his parents] had got him back at the end of a year and a day, [it was] always something like that...
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