When watching thy glittering blade, ’twas my pride
To see thee triumph in the fight.
Cleave thou fast to thy fathers’ fame,
And keep unsoiled their honoured name.
When Treunmor the prosperous lived,
And Trahal, great warriors’ sire,
They were victors on every field,
Winning fame in the conflict dire.
Their names shall flourish in story and verse,
Which the bards hereafter shall rehearse.