Mu wlfrech, Mu olfrech, gwynfrech, Pedair cae tonn-frech, Yr hen wynebwen. A'r las Geigen, Gyda'r Tarw gwyn O lys y Brenin; A'r llo du bach, Sydd ar y bach, Dere dithe, yn iach adre! Brindled cow, white speckled, Spotted cow, bold freckled, The four field sward mottled, The old white-faced, And the grey Geigen, With the white Bull, From the court of the King; And the little black calf Tho' suspended on the hook, Come thou also, quite well home." They all immediately obeyed the summons of their mistress. The 'little black calf,' although it had been slaughtered, became alive again, and walked off with the rest of the stock at the command of the lady. This happened in the spring of the year, and there were from four oxen ploughing in one of the fields; to these she cried:-- "Pedwar eidion glas sydd ar y maes, Deuwch chwithau yn iach adre! The four grey oxen, that are on the field, Come you also quite well home!" Away the whole of the live stock went with the Lady across Myddfai Mountain, towards the lake from whence they came, a distance of above six miles, where they disappeared beneath its waters, leaving no trace behind except a well-marked furrow, which was made by the plough the oxen drew after them into the lake, and which remains to this day as a testimony to the truth of this story. "What became of the affrighted ploughman--whether he was left on the field when the oxen set off, or whether he followed them to the lake, has not been handed down to tradition; neither has the fate of the disconsolate and half-ruined husband been kept in remembrance. But of the sons it is stated that they often wandered about the lake and its vicinity, hoping that their mother might be permitted to visit the face of the earth once more, as they had been apprised of her mysterious origin, her first appearance to their father, and the untoward circumstances which so unhappily deprived them of her maternal care.