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    Pelot d'Hennebont → English translation

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Pelot from Hennebont

My dear mummy I write to you
To say we have entered Paris
That I are already corporal
And will be soon general.
 
At the battle I fought
The enemies of the nation
And all who showed themselves
With great saber lashes pruned them.
 
King Louis have called me
"No-Quarter", the name he called me.
But "No-Quarter" is no name of mine,
Said t'him : "I'm call'd Pelot from Hennebont !"
 
There got I a pr'tty ribbon
And a know-not-what that tastes like silver.
He said t'me : "Put this on your coat
And always fight the enemy."
 
That must be som'thing precious
'cause the others call me "Sir"
And chuck their hand on to their hatties
When they want t'speak t'the Pelot.
 
My mother if I die fighting
I'll send this pretty ribbon
And you'll put it t'your spindle
In memory of the lad Pelot.
 
Tell my father, my cousin,
My friends, that I am fine.
I am their humble servant,
Pelot who kisses your heart.
 
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Pelot d'Hennebont

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Diazepan MedinaDiazepan Medina
   Thu, 22/02/2024 - 03:12

The source lyrics have been updated. Please review your translation.