“Chaynys dh’y ven melin yth esedh Pyran,
Nevow tewal a-vann, downvor tewl yn-dann,
Ev a varghog an vergh ‘wynn y’n mor kellys,
Kryjyans a wrug y witha neuvellys.

Chaynys dh’y ven melin yth esedh Pyran,
Pandra kroadur boghosek ha truan,
Pymthek bath arghans a be rag an myghtern,
Deg rag Pythagoras, pymp rag rin an kern.

Chaynys dh’y ven melin yth esedh Pyran,
Tid kudhys ow pera war-tu’ tir alkan,
Kernow ow kortos gans trethow diskryjyk,
Heb furv hwath bys delivrys gans an mordryk.”

Hemm yw gwelva lagas-pysk, po gwelva ankredor yma ow peudhi a’n sans tasek Kernow, Sen Pyran. Pyran a veu tewlys a-dhiwar an alsyow Iwerdhon, kelmys orth men melin. Dre gryjyans ny wrug sedhi an men, mes a’n doenas a-dreus dhe’n mor hebaskys dhe Gernow.

“Chained to his mill-stone sits Piran,
Dark heavens above, dark ocean depths beneath,
He rides the white horses in the lost sea,
Belief does keep him afloat.

Chained to his mill-stone sits Piran,
What a poor and wretched creature,
Fifteen silver coins pays for the king,
Ten for Pythagoras, five for the horns mystery.

Chained to his mill-stone sits Piran,
A hidden tide flowing towards a land of metal,
Cornwall waiting with faithless shores,
Without form still, until delivered by the low-tide.”

This is a fish-eye view, or drowning disbeliever’s view of the patron-saint of Cornwall, Saint Piran. Piran was thrown from the cliffs of Ireland, tied to a mill-stone. Through faith the stone didn’t sink, but carried him across the becalmed sea to Cornwall.