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ERE in the narrow broken way

Where silently we go.

Steadfast above their valiant clay

Forgotten crosses show.

Our whispers call to many a ghost

Across the flare-light pale,

And from their graves the Breton host

Stand up beside the Gael.

Year upon year of ancient sleep

Have rusted on our swords,

But once again our place we keep

Against the Saxon hordes.

Since Arthur ruled in Brittany,

And all the world was new.

The fires that burned our history,

Bum in our spirits too.