to the lads oor Kornies

to the lads

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

dhe'n wesyon

voorbeelde

to the lads
/ dhe'n wesyon / / /

To the lads who have wealth.
dhe'n wesyon a's tefa pyth.

To the lad whom I ordered
dhe'n gwas a wrug vy or'na

Yourself to the two lads.
agas honan dhe'n dhew vaw.

17And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is.
17Ha Duw a glewas lev an maw, hag el Duw a elwis dhe Hagar mes a nev ha leverel dhedhi, ‘Pandr'a hwer dhis, Hagar? Na gemmer own rag Duw re glewas lev an maw le may ma.

5And Abraham said unto his young men, Abide ye here with the ass; and I and the lad will go yonder and worship, and come again to you.
5Hag yn-medh Abraham dh'y wer yowynk, ‘Gortewgh omma gans an asen ha my ha'n maw a vynn mos enos ha gordhya, ha dehweles dhywgh arta.’

When the young women approached, they discovered that the lad who had been killed was their brother. We shall not attempt to describe their feelings.
Pan nesas an morenyon, y tiskudhsons bos an yonker re bia ledhys aga broder. Ny assayyn ni deskrifa aga omglewansow.

I saw it in the Sunday Times so I know it must be true I saw it in the Telegraph and the Observer had one too Advertisements for pasties, the finest you can buy Made by Tesco's far away in England, 'tis no lie Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's So early Monday morning, I set off for the town Tesco's supermarket in Pydar Street is found They lent to me a trolley with four wheels and made of tin How big then could this pasty be? I thought me luck was in Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's I looked all up and down the shelves all piled with tins so high I searched among the cheese and ham, the bread, the veg, the pies I searched among the underwear, even opened doors and hatches Then at last I found one hid behind a box of matches Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's I felt so sorry for the thing, all pale and all alone Says I, "Perhaps you'll grow a bit if I does take you home" I went up to the cash desk and then I turned quite cold It cost me 36 new pence, the bugger's made of gold Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's I put it in me pocket and homeward made me way That's when me troubles started, for a fine I had to pay The pasty fell from out a hole and on the floor it splayed They fined me twenty pound, you know, for fouling the highway Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's
My a'n gwelas y’n Sunday Times 'tho heb mar an gwiryonedh My a'n gwelas y'n Telegraph hag y’n The Observer ynwedh 'Ma argemynnow rag pasti, an gwella a yllir prena Gwrys gans Tesco pell a-ves, yn Pow Sows heb gowa A! Mebyon res dhywgh gweles an pastiow Diw veusva hir yn seghyer hebleth ha'n pervedh leun a dhrogow Karetys ha pys ha Kittikat kemyskys oll yn strolyow Gans fardel a Rennies yw heb kost vyth, gorhemynadow a Tesco Hag avarr myttin dy'Lun, tre my a wrug gasa Dhe worvarhas Tesco, yn Stret Pydar yma I a ros dhymm vy kert, peder ros ha gwrys a sten Pyth yw braster an pasti ma? ‘Ma meur a luk genen A! Mebyon res dhywgh gweles an pastiow Diw veusva hir yn seghyer hebleth ha'n pervedh leun a dhrogow Karetys ha pys ha Kittikat kemyskys oll yn strolyow Gans fardel a Rennies yw heb kost vyth, gorhemynadow a Tesco My a viras a-hys estyl, kanns gorrys mar ughel My a hwilas an keus, an kig, an leth, an frut ha’n mel My a hwilas yn-mysk skantys, ygeri daras ha hachen Hag ena my a gavas onan a-dryv kist a danbren A! Mebyon res dhywgh gweles an pastiow Diw veusva hir yn seghyer hebleth ha'n pervedh leun a dhrogow Karetys ha pys ha Kittikat kemyskys oll yn strolyow Gans fardel a Rennies yw heb kost vyth, gorhemynadow a Tesco My a omglewas trist ragdho euthyk gwynn kyn fe Martesen ty a wra tevi, mar kemerav dhe’m tre Ytho my eth dhe rekenva ena treylys yeyn lowr Hwetek diner war’n ugens o –gast! yth yw gwrys a owr! A! Mebyon res dhywgh gweles an pastiow Diw veusva hir yn seghyer hebleth ha'n pervedh leun a dhrogow Karetys ha pys ha Kittikat kemyskys oll yn strolyow Gans fardel a Rennies yw heb kost vyth, gorhemynadow a Tesco Mes my a’n gorras y’m pokket, ha war dre my eth di Hemmo dalleth ow froblem, yth esa spal ragov dhe dyli Hag an pasti a godhas dres toll ha war an leur tarmac Spelys en ugens peuns yn hwir rag kawgha fordh boblek A! Mebyon res dhywgh gweles an pastiow Diw veusva hir yn seghyer hebleth ha'n pervedh leun a dhrogow Karetys ha pys ha Kittikat kemyskys oll yn strolyow Gans fardel a Rennies yw heb kost vyth, gorhemynadow a Tesco

‘You shouldn’t listen to all you hear, Sandyman,’ said the Gaffer, who did not much like the miller. ‘There isn’t no call to go talking of pushing and pulling. Boats are quite tricky enough for those that sit still without looking further for the cause of trouble. Anyway: there was this Mr. Frodo left an orphan and stranded, as you might say, among those queer Bucklanders, being brought up anyhow in Brandy Hall. A regular warren, by all accounts. Old Master Gorbadoc never had fewer than a couple of hundred relations in the place. Mr. Bilbo never did a kinder deed than when he brought the lad back to live among decent folk.
‘Ny dal dhis grysi yn oll a glywydh, Sandiman,’ a leveris an Gafer, nyns o an meliner da ganso. ‘Nyns yw res kows yn kever herdhya ha tenna. Skathow yw tykli lowr rag an re a esedh ynna yn kosel, heb hwila skila anken arall. Yn neb kas: yth esa Mstr Frodo omdhivesys ha gesys yn mysk an Brandibukow koynt, ev a veu megys yn Hel Brandibuk. Le haval orth koneri dell hevel. Nevra nyns esa le es neb kansow a neskerens gans Mester Gorbadok Koth y’n le. Nevra ny wrug Mstr Bylbo hwekter brassa es dri an chett dhe driga yn mysk tus reowtadow.’

The eldest of these, and Bilbo’s favourite, was young Frodo Baggins. When Bilbo was ninety-nine, he adopted Frodo as his heir, and brought him to live at Bag End; and the hopes of the Sackville-Bagginses were finally dashed. Bilbo and Frodo happened to have the same birthday, September 22nd. ‘You had better come and live here, Frodo my lad,’ said Bilbo one day; ‘and then we can celebrate our birthday-parties comfortably together.’ At that time Frodo was still in his tweens, as the hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three.
An kottha a'n re ma, ha'n gwella gans Bilbo, o Frodo Bagyns yowynk. Pan dhrehedhas Bilbo nownsek ha peswar ugens bloedh ev a gemmeras Frodo avel er, ha’y dhros dhe driga dhe Bag End; ytho govenek a’n teylu Sakvyl-Bagyns a veu terrys wostiwedh. Dre jons, yth esa an keth pennbloedh dhe Bilbo ha Frodo, 22ens a vis Gwynngala. ‘Y fia da ty dhe vones ha triga omma, Frodo ow chett,’ yn-medh Bilbo unn jydh; ‘ytho, ni a yll solempnya agan penn-bloedh warbarth yn attes.’ Dhe’n termyn na, Frodo o yonker hwath, yn oes dibreder ynter flogholeth ha ‘devedhyans a’y oes’ dhe drythek warn ugens bloedh.

‘I know,’ said Frodo. ‘But all the same,’ he added with a shamefaced laugh, ‘I am terrified of him and his dogs. I have avoided his farm for years and years. He caught me several times trespassing after mushrooms, when I was a youngster at Brandy Hall. On the last occasion he beat me, and then took me and showed me to his dogs. “See, lads,” he said, “next time this young varmint sets foot on my land, you can eat him. Now see him off!” They chased me all the way to the Ferry. I have never got over the fright - though I daresay the beasts knew their business and would not really have touched me.’
‘My a woer,’ a leveris Frodo. ‘Mes byttegyns,’ ev a geworras gans hwarth leun a veth, ‘yma own bras dhymm anodho ha’y geun. My re’n wohelas ha’y vargen-tir dre vlydhynyow. Ev a’m kachyas nebes prys pan esen vy ow treuspassya a-barth skavellow-kroenek, pan en vy yonker dhe Hel Brandi. Dhe’n diwettha prys, ev a’m gweskis ha’m diskwedhes dh’y geun. “Ottomma, chettys,” ev a leveris, “dhe’n nessa prys an vall ma dhe settya troes war ow thir vy, y hyllowgh hwi y dhbri. Lemmyn, fes orto! ” I a’m fesyas dres oll an fordh dhe’n Kowbal. Nevra ny wrug vy ewnhe wosa an own – kyn hwrug an bestes godhvos aga soedh, dell waytyav, ha na’m tavsens.’

‘Then I’ll tell you what to think,’ said Maggot. ‘You should never have gone mixing yourself up with Hobbiton folk, Mr. Frodo. Folk are queer up there.’ Sam stirred in his chair, and looked at the farmer with an unfriendly eye. ‘But you were always a reckless lad. When I heard you had left the Brandybucks and gone off to that old Mr. Bilbo, I said that you were going to find trouble. Mark my words, this all comes of those strange doings of Mr. Bilbo’s. His money was got in some strange fashion in foreign parts, they say. Maybe there is some that want to know what has become of the gold and jewels that he buried in the hill of Hobbiton, as I hear?’
‘Y’n kas na, my a vydh leverel orthis an pyth dhe dybi,’ a leveris Magott. ‘Nevra ny dylis dhodho omgemmysk dha honan gans tus-Hobytun, Mr. Frodo. Tus yw koynt ena.’ Sam a wayas nebes yn y gador ha mires orth an Tiek gans lagas angowethek. ‘Mes bythkweth es ta chet diswar. Pan glywis vy ty dhe asa an Brandibukow ha mos dhe’n Mr. Bylbo koth na, my a leveris ty dhe gavoes ahwer. Klyw orthiv vy, henn oll yw sywyans an gwriansow koynt Mr. Bylbo. Y arghans a veu gwaynyas dre fordh koynt yn tiryow estrenn dell leverons. Martesen yma neb tus a vynn godhvos yn kever an owr ha jowelys a wrug ev ynkleudhya yn bre Hobytun dell glywav.’

‘Then you’ve heard more than I can speak to,’ answered the Gaffer. I know nothing about jools. Mr. Bilbo is free with his money, and there seems no lack of it; but I know of no tunnel-making. I saw Mr. Bilbo when he came back, a matter of sixty years ago, when I was a lad. I’d not long come prentice to old Holman (him being my dad’s cousin), but he had me up at Bag End helping him to keep folks from trampling and trapessing all over the garden while the sale was on. And in the middle of it all Mr. Bilbo comes up the Hill with a pony and some mighty big bags and a couple of chests. I don’t doubt they were mostly full of treasure he had picked up in foreign parts, where there be mountains of gold, they say; but there wasn’t enough to fill tunnels. But my lad Sam will know more about that. He’s in and out of Bag End. Crazy about stories of the old days he is, and he listens to all Mr. Bilbo’s tales. Mr. Bilbo has learned him his letters - meaning no harm, mark you, and I hope no harm will come of it.
‘Ty re glywas moy es dell allav vy afydhya,’ a worthybis an Gafer. ‘Ny wonn travyth yn kever jowelys. Mstr Bylbo yw hel gans y arghans, ha dell hevel nyns eus fowt anodho; mes ny wonn travyth ‘dro dhe gowfordhyans. My a welas Mstr Bylbo pan wrug ev dehweles, nans yw ‘dro dhe dri ugens blydhen, pan en vy chett. Nyns o termyn hir wosa my dhe dhos ha bos gwas dhe Holman koth (ev o kenderow ow thas), ev a’m worras dhe Bag End rag gweres orto lettya tus stankya ha treuspassya oll a-dreus an lowarth ha’n gwerth ow hwarvos. Hag yn mysk a’n bywder oll Mstr Bylbo a dheu yn-bann an vre gans hoba ha nebes saghow kowrek ha nebes arghow. Nyns eus dout dhymm i dhe vos leun a dresor ev dhe gavoes yn tiryow estrenyek, leow may ma menydhyow a owr, dell leverons; mes nyns o lowr dhe lenwel kowfordhow. Mes ow chett Sam a wodhvia moy ‘dro dhe henna. Yma ev a-ji hag yn mes a Bag End. Yma mall bras ganso rag hwedhlow a’n dydhyow koth, ev a woslow orth hwedhlow oll Mstr Bylbo. Mstr Bylbo re dhyskas orto y lytherennow – heb mynnes drog hwi a gonvedh, ha ny vydh drog dredho dell waytyav.