Les hymnes  & chants du Rugby  

Haka :  Ecoutez-le

Ka mate Ka mate
C'est la mort C'est la mort
Ka ora Ka ora
C'est la vie C'est la vie
Ka mate Ka mate
C'est la mort C'est la mort
Ka ora Ka ora
C'est la vie C'est la vie
Tenei Te Tangata Puhuruhuru
Voici l'homme chevelu
Nana i tiki mai whakawhiti te ra
Qui fait briller à nouveau le soleil pour moi
Upane Upane
En haut de l'échelle En haut de l'échelle
Upane Kaupane
En haut de l'échelle Tout en haut
Whiti te ra
Le soleil brille!

Flower of Scotland

O Flower of Scotland 4
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

The Hills are bare now
And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.

0 Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she pushed her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, and
What did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home ?
A band of angels comin' after me,
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do
Comin' for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends I'm comin' too
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down,
Comin' for to carry me home;
Yet still my soul feels heavn'ly bound,
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.

Il est un coin de France

IL EST UN COIN DE FRANCE
OU LE BONHEUR FLEURIT
OU L'ON CONNAIT D'AVANCE
LES JOIES DU PARADIS
ET QUAND ON LA CHANCE
D'ETRE DE CE PAYS
ON EST COMME EN VACANCES
DURANT TOUTE SA VIE

AÏLE TOUM CHIQUITOUM
AÏLE TOUM LAÏLE (BIS)
OLE.

LE JOUR DE SA NAISSANCE
ON EST PELOTORI
DES LA PREMIERE ENFANCE
LE DOUANIER NOUS POURSUIT
QUAND VIENT L'ADOLESCENCE
LES FILLES NOUS SOURIENT
ET L'ON CHANTE ET L'ON DANSE
MEME QUAND ON VIEILLIT

AÏLE TOUM CHIQUITOUM
AÏLE TOUM LAÏLE (BIS)
OLE.

ET LA NUIT DANS NOS MONTAGNES
NOUS CHANTONS AUTOUR DU FEU
ET LE VENT QUI VIENT D'ESPAGNE
PORTE AU LOIN CET AIR JOYEUX 

AÏLE TOUM CHIQUITOUM
AÏLE TOUM LAÏLE (bis)
OLE.

Les avants de Bayonne

Allez-y pousser, pousser
Les avants de Bayonne
Allez-y pousser, pousser
Les avants bayonnais
Bayonne, Bayonne
sur la Nive et sur l'Adour
Bayonne, Bayonne
Bayonne de nos Amours

Mademoiselle
Faites vous belle
Votre galant viendra ce soir
S'il vous embrasse
Faites lui grâce
S'il vous mort
Crier bien fort

Allez-y pousser, pousser
Les avants de Bayonne
Allez-y pousser, pousser
Les avants bayonnais
Bayonne, Bayonne
sur la Nive et sur l'Adour
Bayonne, Bayonne
Bayonne de nos Amours

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