Ti eliz iza 'zo ur plachig E;rus dous koan'vel un aelig
E;rus dous koan'vel un aelig He anv'zo korantenig
'Vond d'an ejip dre ar saozon Ma zad'zo beuzet kreiz ar mor don
Kalon ma mamm baour a ranne Pa n'oa klevet ar chelo; se
War vord ar mor war ar chorre Korantenig oele doureg Alas, alas piv ez on me Me n'am eus den war ar ben-ma;
Me n'am eus den war an douar Na tad na mamm, na breur na choar
'Barzh an envo;zo un tad mad E rumengol'zo ur vamm vad
Korantenig'oele doureg E rumengol p'oa erruet Gwerchez vari, me a zo paour N'am eus mann'bet, blev melen aour Me m'eus na koar na goulaouen, Netra, netra, 'med ma feden
Me a rei doch'vit kurunen Ur guden deuz ma blev melen.
In the house of Eliz Iza there is a girl Happy, sweet, beautiful like a little angel Happy, sweet, beautiful like a little angel
Her name is Korantenig While sailing to Egypt My father was drowned by the English In the deep sea
The heart of my poor mother broke When she heard this news
At the seaside, on a rock Korantenig wept bitterly
"Alas, alas, who am I? I have no one on this earth
I have no one on this earth Neither father nor mother Nor brother or sister
In heaven there is a good father At Rumengol there is a good mother
Korantenig wept bitterly As she arrived at Rumengol
"Mary, I'm poor, I have nothing But my blond hair I have no candle nor wax Nothing, nothing but my prayers