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English[en]
Tom stirred like a man shaken out of a pleasant dream. ‘Eh, what?’ said he. ‘Did I hear you calling? Nay, I did not hear: I was busy singing. Just chance brought me then, if chance you call it. It was no plan of mine, though I was waiting for you. We heard news of you, and learned that you were wandering. We guessed you’d come ere long down to the water: all paths lead that way, down to Withywindle. Old grey Willow-man, he’s a mighty singer; and it’s hard for little folk to escape his cunning mazes. But Tom had an errand there, that he dared not hinder.’ Tom nodded as if sleep was taking him again; but he went on in a soft singing voice:
Cornish[kw]
Tom a derdhifunas, haval bos den yw difunys yn unn krena diworth hunros teg. ‘Eh, pyth?’ yn-medh ev, ‘A wrug vy klywes dha alow? Na, ny glywis vy: yth en vy bysi yn unn gana. Nyns esa moy es chons a’m gorras ena, chons mara’n henwydh yndella. Nyns esa towl yndella dhymmo, kynth esen vy orth agas gortos. Ni a glywas nowodhow y’gas kever ha konvedhes hwi dhe vos ow kwandra. Ni a dhismygas hwi dhe dhos kyns pell yn-nans dhe’n dowr: hynsow oll a y’n tu na, yn-nans dhe Wythiwyndel. Helykwas loes koth, ev yw kaner meur; ha kales yw dhe dus byghan dhe dhiank diworth y vilhyntallow fel. Mes yth esa negys dhe Tom ena, negys na vedhas ev y lettya.’ Tom a benndroppyas par dell esa kosk orth y synsi arta; mes ev a besyas gans lev medhel yn unn gana: