The Eyes of My Bonnie Mary

From the Aven from the Belon and the Laïta
Aboard a fleet of sixty ships,
We came and took the Glenan Islands.
A thousand vessels, canons and barrels,
King George is Master of the Seas.
A million soldiers, horses and riffles,
Napoleon rules across of the Land.
The clear blue waters of Saint-Nicolas
Remind me of the eyes of my bonnie Mary.
War, honors, titles and glory?
But I’d rather be back in my home-country.
Defeat and victory both are imposters.
I’rather be with my bonnie Mary.