“‘Tis the hour when flocks are folded,
Cattle herded in the stall:
E’en wild beasts and savage creatures
Cease to wander, sheltered all.”
“Who comes thus at midnight, seeking
Entrance at my lonely door?”
“One to Brittany, his country,
Known full well in dangers sore;
In her day of anguish, Lez-Breiz,
Armor’s Help, the name I bore.”
“Nay, my door I will not open;
A seditious one are you,
Who against the Lord’s anointed
Oft have earned a rebel’s due.”
“I seditious? Heaven is witness
None am I of rebel crew.
Whoso dares to call me traitor,
He the slander well shall rue.
Cursèd be the Frankish people,
Cursed their king, and traitors, too!