Me'm eus bet plijadur e Lambaol awechou
Oc'h ober tro an iliz gant an holl bannielou.
Jopo popo landibi dibi
Jopo popo landibi do
Manturla ridodenig Jopirei piralla.
Hag o stoui^n ganto dirak an aoter vras
hag ouzh o sevel kerkent er vann ken dres all
Plijadur am beze, pa veze ar pardon
oc'h ober tro ar vered gant an dud a galon.
Eno 'v^eze gwelet pa groge an avel
piw oa ar baotred wella^n da zougen ar
Ha dre ma tremened a bep tu d'ar vali
gant o zeod °our ar merc'hed a roe o ali.
Hag a rae o dibab e-touez ar baotred vrao
a welent en o o'haera^n o tremen dirazo.
I used to have so much fun at Lambaol once, going around the church with all the banners. And dip them before the great altar, then lift them back again straight in the air.
I had so much fun the day of the pilgrimage, going around the cemetery with men of good faith.
It was there we saw, when the wind was up, who were the best to carry the banners.
As we passed on both sides of the Grande Allée the girls gave judgment in their soft voices.
They made their choice of the proud lads who passed before them in their finest array.
Source; MIT Folk Dance Club Songbook
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