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I love the White Rose in its splendour
Nyns eus nown dhymm.langbot langbot
I love the White Rose in its bloom
Res yw dhis gortos.langbot langbot
I love the White Rose so fair as she grows
Ple'ma'n amanyn?langbot langbot
Look [pl.] at the white roses around the door of that cottage!
My re bia ow prenassa ganso.langbot langbot
The White Rose
Hemm yw lyver.langbot langbot
Look [pl.] at the white roses around the door of that cottage! /
Pur gales yw ragov kewsel Sowsnek.langbot langbot
The White Rose
Glas yw ow dewlagas.langbot langbot
'Dicky Holla and "The White Rose" were by the quay taking some fuel on board.' (Dicky Holla by Rod Lyon, p44)
Lowen yw Ken.deemat deemat
I love the White Rose in its splendour I love the White Rose in its bloom I love the White Rose so fair as she grows It’s the rose that reminds me of you
Kerys ov.langbot langbot
Rose and white the roses
Ny wor den vyth hy hanow.langbot langbot
As pale as the lily white rose
Penn-bloodh lowen, Shishir!langbot langbot
4030 Hy repertoire dres an bledhydnyow a wrug cudha cana gwerin, rock, hiredh, jazz ha hympnys hogen, mes hi ew gwella remembrys rag hy "standardys" kernowek pecar'a Lamorna, The White Rose, Camborne Hill, The Stratton Carol ha'n balladys Mordonnow ha Tamar. 23.2097
Deus genen.langbot langbot
The first time I met you, my darling Your face was as fair as the rose But now your dear face has grown paler As pale as the lily white rose
Eus pellwolok y’th chambour?langbot langbot
Hy kensa cuntellow a veu recordys war label Kernow "Sentinel", menowgh gen hy howethysy cana John the Fish (godhvedhys ywedh avel John Langford), Robert Bartlett ha Richard Gendall. Hy repertoire dres an bledhydnyow a wrug cudha cana gwerin, rock, hiredh, jazz ha hympnys hogen, mes hi ew gwella remembrys rag hy "standardys" kernowek pecar'a "Lamorna", "The White Rose", "Camborne Hill", "The Stratton Carol" ha'n balladys "Mordonnow" ha "Tamar".
Yw an gewer teg?langbot langbot
Firstly, there were anthems like Trelawny (from English), Bro Goth (from Welsh) and songs of the Gorsedh Kernow ceremony – more than a hundred years old. Next came all the folk songs much loved by us, e.g. Camborne Hill, Lamorna, The White Rose, etc. especially at closing time in the pub! This is useful for teaching Kernewek because not every singer is fluent but with well-known tunes there’s no excusefor you not to join in.
Yw hemma gwin?langbot langbot
English A-Z A-Roving (Ha Gwandra) Cadgwith Anthem (Antempna Kaswydh) Camborne Hill (Bre Gammbronn) Curing Pilchards (Para Hern) Dando and the Wild Hunt (Dando hag an Helgh Gwyls) Goonlaze (Goonlas) Haul Away, Joe (Hal Dhe-Ves, Joe) Irish Rover (Gwandryas Iwerdhon) Johnny Bucca (Jonni Bucka) Lamorna Let's Go (Deun Alemma) Lil Lize/Little Eyes (Dewlagas Vyghan) Maggie May (Maggi Me) May Feast (De Hala Me) Meriasek Nelson's Blood (Goos Nelson) Newlyn Maid (An Vowes a Lulyn) Nine Brave Boys (Naw Map Harth) Old Grey Duck (An Hos Loos Koth) Old Land of Our Fathers (Bro Goth Agan Tasow) Padstow Farewell Shanty (Morgan Farwell Lannwedhenek) South Australia (Ostrali Soth) Strawberry Leaves (Delyow Sevi) The Cider Song (Kan an Cider) The Lark (An Awhesyth) The Sweet Nightingale (An Eos Hweg) The Tree on the Hill (An Wedhen war’n Vre) The White Rose (An Rosen Wynn) Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day (Avorow Karolli My a Vynn) Trelawny/Song of the Western Men (Kan an Dus West) What Shall We Do With a Drunken Sailor? (Marner Medhow)
Ny yll'ta gul henna omma.langbot langbot
The first time I met you, my darling Your face was as fair as the rose But now your dear face has grown paler As pale as the lily white rose I love the White Rose in its splendour I love the White Rose in its bloom I love the White Rose so fair as she grows It’s the rose that reminds me of you You're fair as the spring, oh my darling Your face shines so bright, so divine The fairest of blooms in my garden Oh lily white rose, you are mine I love the White Rose in its splendour I love the White Rose in its bloom I love the White Rose so fair as she grows It’s the rose that reminds me of you Now I am alone, my sweet darling, I walk through the garden and weep, But spring will return with your presence Oh lily white rose, mine to keep I love the White Rose in its splendour I love the White Rose in its bloom I love the White Rose so fair as she grows It’s the rose that reminds me of you
Yth esov vy owth assaya dyski Frynkek.langbot langbot
You're fair as the spring, oh my darling Your face shines so bright, so divine The fairest of blooms in my garden Oh lily white rose, you are mine
Pes bloodh os ta?langbot langbot
Lily of the valley Pinned to maidens fair The red of roses in their cheeks And garlands in their hair Menfolk in their finery All hats and polished shoes Time to settle all their debts And pay what's overdue Shaking hands with one and all Enemies and friends We'll see the old year out in style And welcome in the new I'll dance and sway And weave my way Across the square to you And away we go with the hal-an-tow We'll dance and feast and sing Away we'll go with the hal-an-tow We'll drink and toast the spring Rose and white the roses Clear and bright the ale A shilling in your purse, kind Sir I wish that it were mine The eighth of May, St Michael's Day The end of wintertime The green man brings fertility And leads the serpentine Men and women, young and old Our rituals combine We dance for new life, dance for sun And dance for fortunes fair We sow our seed and a harvest we prepare We'll see the old year out in style And welcome in the new I'll dance and sway and weave my way Across the square to you And away we go with the hal-an-tow We'll dance and feast and sing Away we'll go with the hal-an-tow We'll drink and toast the spring
Nyns o da gansa an fylm.langbot langbot
Now I am alone, my sweet darling, I walk through the garden and weep, But spring will return with your presence Oh lily white rose, mine to keep
Yth esov vy ow prena.langbot langbot
Suddenly Tom’s talk left the woods and went leaping up the young stream, over bubbling waterfalls, over pebbles and worn rocks, and among small flowers in close grass and wet crannies, wandering at last up on to the Downs. They heard of the Great Barrows, and the green mounds, and the stone-rings upon the hills and in the hollows among the hills. Sheep were bleating in flocks. Green walls and white walls rose. There were fortresses on the heights. Kings of little kingdoms fought together, and the young Sun shone like fire on the red metal of their new and greedy swords. There was victory and defeat; and towers fell, fortresses were burned, and flames went up into the sky. Gold was piled on the biers of dead kings and queens; and mounds covered them, and the stone doors were shut; and the grass grew over all. Sheep walked for a while biting the grass, but soon the hills were empty again. A shadow came out of dark places far away, and the bones were stirred in the mounds. Barrow-wights walked in the hollow places with a clink of rings on cold fingers, and gold chains in the wind.’ Stone rings grinned out of the ground like broken teeth in the moonlight.
Yth esov vy ow tos.langbot langbot
The hobbits sprang to their feet in alarm, and ran to the western rim. They found that they were upon an island in the fog. Even as they looked out in dismay towards the setting sun, it sank before their eyes into a white sea, and a cold grey shadow sprang up in the East behind. The fog rolled up to the walls and rose above them, and as it mounted it bent over their heads until it became a roof: they were shut in a hall of mist whose central pillar was the standing stone.
Ple’ma’n arghantti?langbot langbot
In the dead night, Frodo lay in a dream without light. Then he saw the young moon rising; under its thin light there loomed before him a black wall of rock, pierced by a dark arch like a great gate. It seemed to Frodo that he was lifted up, and passing over he saw that the rock-wall was a circle of hills, and that within it was a plain, and in the midst of the plain stood a pinnacle of stone, like a vast tower but not made by hands. On its top stood the figure of a man. The moon as it rose seemed to hang for a moment above his head and glistened in his white hair as the wind stirred it. Up from the dark plain below came the crying of fell voices, and the howling of many wolves. Suddenly a shadow, like the shape of great wings, passed across the moon. The figure lifted his arms and a light flashed from the staff that he wielded. A mighty eagle swept down and bore him away. The voices wailed and the wolves yammered. There was a noise like a strong wind blowing, and on it was borne the sound of hoofs, galloping, galloping, galloping from the East. ‘Black Riders!’ thought Frodo as he wakened, with the sound of the hoofs still echoing in his mind. He wondered if he would ever again have the courage to leave the safety of these stone walls. He lay motionless, still listening; but all was now silent, and at last he turned and fell asleep again or wandered into some other unremembered dream.
Yth esen vy ow koska.langbot langbot
They hastened up the last slope, and stood breathless beside her. They bowed, but with a wave of her arm she bade them look round; and they looked out from the hill-top over lands under the morning. It was now as clear and far-seen as it had been veiled and misty when they stood upon the knoll in the Forest, which could now be seen rising pale and green out of the dark trees in the West. In that direction the land rose in wooded ridges, green, yellow, russet under the sun, beyond which lay hidden the valley of the Brandywine. To the South, over the line of the Withywindle, there was a distant glint like pale glass where the Brandywine River made a great loop in the lowlands and flowed away out of the knowledge of the hobbits. Northward beyond the dwindling downs the land ran away in flats and swellings of grey and green and pale earth-colours, until it faded into a featureless and shadowy distance. Eastward the Barrow-downs rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into a guess: it was no more than a guess of blue and a remote white glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.
Pes bloodh os ta?langbot langbot
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