guernsey national anthem
Dear Guernsey
Sarnia; dear Homeland, Gem of the sea.
Island of beauty, my heart longs for thee.
Thy voice calls me ever, in waking, or sleep,
Till my soul cries with anguish, my eyes ache to weep.
In fancy I see thee, again as of yore,
Thy verdure clad hills and thy wave beaten shore.
Thy rock sheltered bays, ah; of all thou art best,
Iâm returning to greet thee, dear island of rest.
Sarnia Cherie. Gem of the sea.
Home of my childhood, my heart longs for thee.
Thy voice calls me ever, forget thee Iâll never,
Island of beauty. Sarnia Cherie.
I left thee in anger, I knew not thy worth.
Journeyed afar, to the ends of the earth.
Was told of far countries, the heavân of the bold,
Where the soil gave up diamonds, silver and gold.
The sun always shone, and âraceâ took no part,
But thy cry always reached me, its pain wrenched my heart.
So Iâm coming home, thou of all art the best.
Returning to greet thee, dear island of rest.
Sarnia Cherie. Gem of the sea.
Home of my childhood, my heart longs for thee.
Thy voice calls me ever, forget thee Iâll never,
Island of beauty. Sarnia Cherie.
guernsey national anthem lyrics
Sarnia Cherie
Sarnia, chiĂšre patrie, bijou dâla maĂŻr,
Ile plloinne dĂ© biautai, dans dâiaoue si cllaire
Ta vouaix mâappeule terjous, mon tcheur plloin dâenvie,
Et mon Ăąme tĂ© crie en poine, mes iars voudraient tâveis.
Quaend jâsaonge, jâtĂ© vaie derchier, mesme comme tâĂ©tais dâvĂ nt,
Tes cĂŽtis si vaerts et ton sabllaon si bllĂ nc,
Tes bĂ nques et tes rotchets. Ah! DĂ© toutes la pus belle.
Mon rĂ©fuge et mon râpos, chiĂšre Ăźle quâest si belle.
Sarnia Chérie, ma chiÚre patrie,
DâlâĂźle dĂ© ma nĂšissance, mon tcheur a envie
Ta vouaix mâappeule terjours,
Et jâpense Ă tĂ© chaque jour.
Ile plloinne dé biautai, Sarnia Chérie.
SĂ ns saver ta valeur, jâmâen fus en colĂšre,
Je vâyagis si llian, Ă lâaute but dĂ© la terre.
I mâdirent dĂ© biaux pays, et jâmâen fus brĂąment
Oueque la terre baillait Ă haut dâlâor et dĂ© lâargent.
Nous âtait tous amis et i fit bal chaque jeur,
Mais ta vouaix mâapplait terjours, a mâdĂ©teurtait lâtcheur.
Châest pourtchi quĂ© jâmâen vians. Ah! tĂ© veis, la millaeure.
Ma chiĂšre Ăźle dĂ© rĂ©pos, dĂ© chenna jâsis saeure.
Sarnia Chérie, ma chiÚre patrie,
DâlâĂźle dĂ© ma nĂšissance, mon tcheur a envie
Ta vouaix mâappeule terjours,
Et jâpense Ă tĂ© chaque jour.
Ile plloinne dé biautai, Sarnia Chérie.