I wanted to do something special this winter, so here’s this little comic I made! The Mari Lwyd is definitely one of the most creatures ever.
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Translation, for learners/non-Welsh speakers:
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Mari Lwyd: Uff. I’m starving.
Ms. Goch: What’s wrong, Mari?
Mari Lwyd: Everyone’s defeated me tonight. Such skilled poets, the lot of you.
Mari Lwyd: I’m the worst Mari Lwyd.
Ms. Goch: …
Ms. Goch: D'you want some?
Mari Lwyd: No. I don’t have… I can’t accept. That’s the rules.
Ms. Goch: Well— what if you do better than me? In song.
Mari Lwyd: Hm?
Ms. Goch: Look, I’ll start.
Well, here I come
Your innocent friend
To ask your permission to share
Because everyone deserves
A bit of hope to
Satisfy their appetites, tonight!
Mari Lwyd: No, no, no— that’s not right! And “deserve” doesn’t rhyme with “appetites”, anyway, like—!
Mari Lwyd: Oh.
Ms. Goch: Ohhhh, nooooo, I’ve said the wrong rhyme. Oops! So… you’ve defeated me, Mari?
Mari Lwyd: I did? W-wait! I did!!
Ms. Goch: Well, you’ve got no choice, then! C'mere!
As the nights grow darker, and colder, everyone has the right to fine food…even Mari Lwyds, I suppose.
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I hope everyone’s enjoying their winter and staying warm!