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• Artiste: Alan Stivell
• Titre: Ar An Garraig / Telenn Wad
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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)