J'ai une autre explication pour ce qui est du cygne : Voyant le voilier arriver vent arrière, avec donc, sa grand-voile toute gonflée et son pavillon de mâture orienté vers l'avant, comme un bec, le barde présent sur place, y a vu un cygne, car les voiles étaient blanches. C'est assez aisé à imaginer : Le pavillon, puis la grand-voile gonflée vers l'avant, faisant la forme d'un cygne et la coque faisant le corps. Voici comment m'a été apprise la création de cette magnifique chanson, qui, effectivement, aurait gagné à être encore plus popularisée.
J'adore ton style 😊 ....... ................ 1,2k vues ?????? Je suis en position latérale de sécurité actuellement 😭 200 vues sur une de mes vidéos c mon grand max 🤤🤤🤤🤤 sinon on se revoit quand ? C pas gagné avec le voir même si maintenant on peut se déplacer à plus de 100kms...
Some dude returned in a boat and the french are screwed... And you made it epic... Lord John: I came here to chew bubble gum and kick french ass. *Spits* And I just ran out of bubble gum.
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J'ai une autre explication pour ce qui est du cygne : Voyant le voilier arriver vent arrière, avec donc, sa grand-voile toute gonflée et son pavillon de mâture orienté vers l'avant, comme un bec, le barde présent sur place, y a vu un cygne, car les voiles étaient blanches. C'est assez aisé à imaginer : Le pavillon, puis la grand-voile gonflée vers l'avant, faisant la forme d'un cygne et la coque faisant le corps. Voici comment m'a été apprise la création de cette magnifique chanson, qui, effectivement, aurait gagné à être encore plus popularisée.
J'adore ton style 😊
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1,2k vues ?????? Je suis en position latérale de sécurité actuellement 😭 200 vues sur une de mes vidéos c mon grand max 🤤🤤🤤🤤 sinon on se revoit quand ? C pas gagné avec le voir même si maintenant on peut se déplacer à plus de 100kms...
Some dude returned in a boat and the french are screwed...
And you made it epic...
Lord John: I came here to chew bubble gum and kick french ass.
*Spits*
And I just ran out of bubble gum.
You should check out the lyrics for all 34 verses.
A swan, a swan from the sea
On the crown of Castle Armor's old tower
Dinn, dinn, daoñ, to battle, to battle!
Dinn, dinn, daoñ, I'm going to battle!
Good tidings for the Bretons
And red curse to the French!
There sails a ship into the beach-harbour
Her white sails are open wide, free
Lord Yann is back
He is back to defend his home
We take the fight to the French
Who fall upon the Bretons
Such cries shout out loud
The coast, the beach trembles
Such is the song of the Mountains of Laz
The white mare gallops, leaps with joy
So happy is the song of the bells
In a hundred places, in each town
The sun is back; the summer is back
The Lord Yann is back!
Lord Yann is a good lad
Quick-footed, as quick-witted
The milk of a Breton raised him
A milk healthier than wine of old
His lance in full thrust shines
All who look upon it fall blind
His sword in full swing flies
Man and horse are split in two
Strike home, hold firm, Lord Duke!
Strike -- boil their blood!
When one combats as you do
He has no Lord but God!
Let us hold, Bretons, let us fight!
No mercy, no rest -- blood for blood!
Our Lady Mary, come defend your land!
Our home is yours to command
The hay is ripe; who will collect it?
The wheat is ripe; who will reap it?
The hay, the wheat, who'll take it?
The king claims it for himself
He shall come and reap Brittany
Come and reap it with a silver scythe
Come and mow our meadows with a silver scythe
And reap our fields with a sickle of gold
Would the French like to know
If the Bretons are ripe for the picking?
Would the Lord King like to find out
If he is man or god?
The wolves of Lower Brittany grind their teeth
They hear the declaration of war
They hear the clamour, they howl
The smell of the French, they have caught
On the roads, we'll soon see
Blood flowing like water
So red will the ducks' feathers become
And the white swans that swim past
Like twigs, we'll see spears scattered about
But no branches will remain after the hurricane
We'll see more skulls
Than there are in the country's catacombs
Where the French boys fall, there
Until Judgment Day they will remain lying
Until Judgment Day they will be judged and punished
With them will be the traitor they followed
Droplets from the trees
Shall make the water that blesses his tomb!
Honour, honour to the white-and-black
And red curse to the French!