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Music of the Waters.             147
The music is of the truest Breton style, and is known by the name of " Er re goli."
Fkench Version.
Dieu puissant, notre pere, Qui commander aux flots, Ecoutez la priere ' Des pauvres matelots. Us vous ouvrent Ieur ame, lis vous offrent leurs voeux, En priant Notre-Dame De prier avec eux.
Pilote des etoiles Qui naviguent aux cieux, Seigneur, guidez nos voiles, Gardez-nous en tous lieux. Quand nous sommes au large Ou nous vous invoquons, Daignez prendre la charge De ceux que nous aimons. Quand nous sommes au large Ou nous vous invoquons, Daignez prendre la charge De ceux que nous aimons.
Veillez sur nos families, Protegez nos parents, Nos femmes et nos filles, Et nos jeunes enfants. Nous les laissons a terre, En mer nous vous prions Pour eux d'etre un bon pere ; Nous vous les confions.
A genoux dans l'eglise, lis demandent pour nous Que le temps et la brise Comme du miel soient doux. Nous, a bord du navire, En regardant le ciel, Nous oserons vous dire : Envoyez-leur le miel !
Je"sus, sauveur des hommes, Soyez notre amiral ! Vous voyez qui nous sommes, Detournez-nous du mal.
English- Version.
God all Powerful, our Father, Thou who commandest the sea, Listen to the prayer Of the poor mariners. They open their hearts to Thee, They offer to Thee their vows, Tn praying the Holy Virgin To join her prayers with ours.
Thou pilot of the stars Who steers in the heavens, Saviour, guide our sails, Guide us wherever we may go. When we are on the deep, Where we invoke Thy name, Take under Thy heavenly care All those whom we love. When we are on the deep, Where we invoke Thy name, Take under Thy heavenly care All those whom we love.
Watch over our families, Protect our parents, Our wives, our daughters, And our little children. We leave them on shore, At sea we pray to Thee To be a father to them, Whom to Thee we confide.
On their knees in church They ask for us, That the weather and the wind Be soft and sweet as honey. We on board our ship, In looking up to heaven, We dare to say to Thee : Send them the honey.
Jesus, Saviour of men, Be our admiral ! Thou knowest who we are, Keep us from all evil.
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