“With cord of wax encompassed thrice
These very walls shall be;
Thrice round the churchyard and the church,
When I my home shall see.
And I will offer thee, S. Anne,
A goodly banner fair
Of velvet and white satin wrought,
And staff of ivory rare.
“And likewise seven silver bells
Shall in the belfry swing,
Which merrily above thy head
By night and day shall ring.
And for thy holy-water stoup,
Thrice on my knees I’ll go,
Water to fetch from where the stream
Doth clearest, purest flow.”
“Go, Lez-Breiz, fearless to the fight,
I will be with thee, noble knight.”
III.