Hen ferchetan wedi colli’i chariad,
Cael un arall, dyna oedd ei bwriad,
Ond nid oedd un o lanciau’r pentref
Am briodi Lisa fach yr Hendref.

Hen ferchetan sydd yn dal i dreio,
Gwisgo lasie sidan ac ymbincio,
Ond er bod brân i frân yn rhywle,
Nid oes neb i Lisa fach yr Hendre.

Hen ferchetan bron a thorri i chalon,
Mynd i’r llan mae pawb o’i hen gariadon,
Bydd tatws newydd ar bren ‘fale
Cyn priodith Lisa fach yr Hendre.

Hen ferchetan aeth i Ffair y Bala,
Gweld Sion Prys yn fachgen digon smala,
Gair a ddywedodd wrth fynd adre
Gododd galon Lisa fach yr Hendre.

Old maid had lost her love,
Get another one, that was her intention,
But none of village lads
Wanted to marry little Lisa from the Hendre

Old maid still trying,
Wearing satin ribbons and make-up
But though there’s a crow for every crow somewhere,
There’s no-one for little Lisa from the Hendre

Old maid nearly breaking her heart,
All her former lovers going to church (ie getting married),
There’ll be new potatoes on apple trees
Before little Lisa from the Hendre marries.

Old maid went to Bala Fair,
Saw Siôn Prys, an amusing enough boy,
He had a word on the way home
Little Lisa from the Hendre’s heart rose.