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| Song Name: |
War bont an Naoned |
By: |
Brittany trad |
| Posted By: |
molly |
Difficulty: |
Intermediate |
| Key: |
C |
Genre: |
Celtic |
| Harp Type: |
Any |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2009-02-16 05:02:25 |
Modified: |
2009-02-17 12:02:07 |
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P\'edon war bont an Naoned,
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di la la la la lon l�re
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P\'edon war bont an Naoned,
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di la la la la lon l�re
An deiz all o kana� di ge don lan li ra
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An deiz all o kana� di ge don lan la
Me gwelet ur plac\'h yaouank
\'Hed ar st�r o ouela�
Ha me goulenn diganti
Na perak e ouele
Va gwalenn aour, emezi,
Er mor a zo kouezhet
Petra \'rofet-hu din-me
Me \'yelo d\'he zapa�
Hanter-kant skoed, emezi,
\'Roin deoc\'h a galon vat
\'Vit ar genta� plo�jadenn
Netra n\'en deus gwelet
\'Vit an eil plo�jadenn
Ar walenn zo touchet
\'Vit an drede plo�jadenn
Ar paotr a zo beuzet
E dad a oa er prenestr
A ziroll da ouela�
Tri mab am-eus me ganet
Hag o-zri ez int beuzet
E bered sakr an Dreinded
O-zri e vint beziet
French translation :
Comme je passais sur le pont de Nantes, je vois une jeune fille en
train de pleurer. Je lui demande pourquoi elle pleure :
\"- mon anneau d\'or, dit-elle, est tomb� � la mer
- que me donnerez-vous pour que j\'aille le chercher ?
- cinquante �cus, et de bon coeur !
Le jeune homme plonge une fois, deux fois ... et se noie � la
troisi�me
Son p�re, � sa fen�tre, se lamente : \"j\'avais trois fils, ils se
sont noy�s tous les trois\"
English translation :
As I was walking across Nantes bridge, I saw a maid crying. I ask her
why she cries :
my golden ring has fallen down the sea.
What would you give to go and fetch it ?
fifty ecus
the young man dives ohnce, twice and at the third time drowns.
His father by the window laments : I had three sons the three of them
got drowned |
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