Ar An Garraig / Telenn Wad Lyrics

Telenn gwad war ar garreg
Kerreg er mor imorek
Ha ne bereuchu ket da zistanan
Karantez douaret
Reizhder gwadek
Gwirionez da zonet
A varw er zotoni

'Twas down by the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.

An back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant whom
I never shall see more
But to and through in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled oh glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew.

(Merci à F. Monvoisin pour cettes paroles)