Pelot d'Hennebont [English translation]

My dear mummy I write to you

To say we have entered Paris

That I are already corporal

And will be soon general.

At the battle I fought

The enemies of the nation

And all who showed themselves

With great saber lashes pruned them.

King Louis have called me

"No-Quarter", the name he called me.

But "No-Quarter" is no name of mine,

Said t'him : "I'm call'd Pelot from Hennebont !"

There got I a pr'tty ribbon

And a know-not-what that tastes like silver.

He said t'me : "Put this on your coat

And always fight the enemy."

That must be som'thing precious

'cause the others call me "Sir"

And chuck their hand on to their hatties

When they want t'speak t'the Pelot.

My mother if I die fighting

I'll send this pretty ribbon

And you'll put it t'your spindle

In memory of the lad Pelot.

Tell my father, my cousin,

My friends, that I am fine.

I am their humble servant,

Pelot who kisses your heart.