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And, now" says he, "mind I have my blunderbush, and if ye take a step nearer ye're as good as deid.
Dale Brogan, DEID General Manager, commented: " This is an exciting, cutting edge project and we are very proud to be the first to utilize the ET Solar dual-axis tracking system in the nation.
Images from Rhyw Deid yn Dod Miwn form the basis of A Turning Tide, the exhibition that opens at St David's Hall Galleries, Cardiff, tonight.
The resulting book, Rhyw Deid yn Dod Miwn, was published two years ago and now a series of Hughes' images from the publication are going on show at the Mission Gallery in Swansea this weekend.
Lammer Wine" (heather ale) is produced in the Standard Habbie stanza made famous by Burns, and it even contains a stanza about him: "Gin [If] Burns hud artely hud wan drink / his statues warld-wide at wan wink / wad print oot rantin crambo-clink [doggerel] / in standirt habbie: / two centuries wad turn delinq- / uent as deid Rabbie.
Also, if Rangers are deid then who is that playing at Ibrox every second week?
We're going to have a week of the 'yer deid – no we urnie' debate, which ironically makes more sane folk want to do themselves in.
Fel yr awgrymes ar y dechrau, dwi i ddim yn Tsieina nac yng Nghaerdydd ond yn gorfod bod yn Maastricht yr wythnos hon ond, dyna fe, rwy wedi dod a thipyn o atgof o'r 'Steddfod gyda mi yma - drwy gludo cyfrol fendigedig Aled Rhys Hughes ac Iwan Llwyd Rhyw Deid yn Dod Miwn o Wasg Gomer.
While eagerly awaiting the next volume in his life story, and with all respect to his Ma, Janet, I offer Douglas the toast: Here's tae us, wha's like us ( damn few and they're aw deid.
In the song, the 22-year-old referred to a chant sung about him by fans: "Oh John Guidetti, puts the ball in the net-ty, he's a Super Swede and the huns are deid, walking in Guidetti wonderland.
Frae mony a field ye'll hear the cry O' teuchits, skirlin' on the wing, Noo East, noo West, amang the kye, And smell o' whins the wind'll bring; Aye, lad, it blaws a thocht to mock The licht o' day on ilka thing - For you, that went yon road last spring, Are lying deid in Flanders, Jock.
Gyda chymorth Rhyw Deid yn Dod Miwn, cyfrol fendigedig sydd newydd gael ei chyhoeddi gan Wasg Gomer, mi fydd hi'n bosib mynd i lan y mor bob dydd, waeth ble rydych chi'n byw