 Mae blynyddoedd, yn ddylch ar gweithio mewn gw obtainol, gan nhw'n ddylch yn ddechelol neu yn llun o'r grwyb o'r cyd-dŷn, rydyn ni'n ddim yn gwybod o gyd-dŷn i'r rwynt. Gweithio ar leesio ar leesio. Rwyf messengeri gwaith sydd eich gaelio ei wedi'i gwasanaeth ni i gynnig. Rwyf messengeri gwaith yng nghymru a i ni gaelio'r hynny'n gweithio a chymlu'n gwaith rwynt ynghymru, yng Nghymru'r Llywodraeth Cymru. Can I thank Bugler, Lance Corporal Liam Jones, our own Piper, Stuart McMillan MSP, our standard bearers Charlie Brown and Margaret Brown. I'd like to read to you a poem. In Flandersfield the poppies blow between the crosses row on row that marker plays. And in the sky the larks still bravely singing fly, scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn so sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flandersfields. Take up a quarrel with the foe to you from failing hands we throw the torch. Be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, don't let's sleep though poppies grow in Flandersfield.