Arrane Ashoonagh Vannin : diforc'h etre ar stummoù
deskrivadur ha pozioù ar c'han. |
(Disheñvelder ebet)
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Stumm eus an 20 Eos 2020 da 11:33
Arrane Ashoonagh dy Vannin e manaveg ("Kan broadel Enez-Vanav" e brezhoneg), anvet ivez "''O Halloo Nyn Ghooie''" ("Hor vro c'henidik" e brezhoneg) eo kan broadel Enez-Vanav. Savet eo bet an ton gant William Henry Gill e 1907, skrivet eo bet ar pozioù saozneg gant William Henry Gill, hag ar stumm manaveg gant John J. Kneen.
Pozioù
E manaveg | E saozneg |
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O Halloo nyn ghooie,
O’ Ch’liegeen ny s’bwaaie, Ry gheddyn er ooir aalin Yee ; Ta dt’ Ardstoyl Reill Thie, Myr Barrool er ny hoie Dy reayl shin ayns seyrsnys as shee.
Haink er traie ec y Lhane, Son Ree Mannin v’eh er ny reih ; ’S va creenaght veih Heose Er ny chur huggey neose Dy reill harrin lesh cairys as graih.
Va Nooghyn shenn traa, Yn Sushtal dy Hee fockley magh ; Shegin yeearree peccoil, Myr far aileyn Vaal, Ve er ny chur mow son dy bragh.
Ayns creoighys tooilleil, Ta traaue ooir as faarkey, Gow cree Ny jarrood yn fer mie, Ta coadey ’n lught-thie Ren tooilleil liorish Logh Galilee.
Yn baatey beg moal, Fo-harey hug Eh geay as keayn ; Trooid ooilley nyn ghaue, Ta’n Saualtagh ec laue Dy choadey nyn Vannin veg veen.
Troggal seose nyn goraa, As brishey magh ayns ard arrane ; Ta nyn groink aalin glass Yn vooir cummal ass, As coadey lught-thie as shioltane.
Cha boir noidyn ee, Dy bishee nyn eeastyn as grain ; Nee’n Chiarn shin y reayll Voish strieughyn yn theihll As crooinnagh lesh shee ’n ashoon ain.
Lesh annym as cree, As croghey er gialdyn yn Chiarn ; Dy vodmayd dagh oor, Treish teil er e phooar, Dagh olk ass nyn anmeenyn ’hayrn. |
O land of our birth,
O gem of God’s earth, O Island so strong and so fair ; Built firm as Barrule, Thy Throne of Home Rule Make us free as thy sweet mountain air.
In Mannin did reign, ’Twas said he had come from above ; For wisdom from Heav’n To him had been giv’n To rule us with justice and love.
How Saints came of old, Proclaiming the Gospel of Peace ; That sinful desires, Like false Baal fires, Must die ere our troubles can cease.
In hardship and toil, That plough both the land and the sea, Take heart while you can, And think of the Man Who toiled by the Lake Galilee.
That frail little boat, They ceased at His gentle command ; Despite all our fear, The Saviour is near To safeguard our dear Fatherland.
And lift up their voice, No danger our homes can befall ; Our green hills and rocks Encircle our flocks, And keep out the sea like a wall.
No foe can molest ; Our grain and our fish shall increase ; From battle and sword Protecteth the Lord, And crowneth our nation with peace.
With heart, soul and voice, And in The Lord’s promise confide ; That each single hour We trust in His power, No evil our souls can betide. |