Guernsey's anthem will hopefully be heard a lot over the Island Games as our athletes secure medal after medal.
If you want to show your patriotic side why not sing along to the tune. Forgotten the word? Well here's a reminder:
Sarnia; dear 91福利社land, 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,
I'm returning to greet thee, dear island of rest.
Sarnia Cherie. Gem of the sea.
91福利社 of my childhood, my heart longs for thee.
Thy voice calls me ever, forget thee I'll 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 heav'n of the bold,
Where the soil gave up diamonds, silver and gold.
The sun always shone, and "race" took no part,
But thy cry always reached me, its pain wrenched my heart.
So I'm coming home, thou of all art the best.
Returning to greet thee, dear island of rest.
Sarnia Cherie. Gem of the sea.
91福利社 of my childhood, my heart longs for thee.
Thy voice calls me ever, forget thee I'll never,
Island of beauty. Sarnia Cherie.
Or if you're really going for it why not try the Guernesiais (Guernsey-French) version:
Sarnia, chi猫re patrie, bijou d'la ma茂r,
Ile plloinne d茅 biautai, dans d'iaoue si cllaire
Ta vouaix m'appeule terjous, mon tcheur plloin d'envie,
Et mon 芒me t茅 crie en poine, mes iars voudraient t'veis.
Quaend j'saonge, j't茅 vaie derchier, mesme comme t'茅tais d'v脿nt,
Tes c么tis si vaerts et ton sabllaon si bll脿nc,
Tes b脿nques et tes rotchets. Ah! D茅 toutes la pus belle.
Mon r茅fuge et mon r'pos, chi猫re 卯le qu'est si belle.
Sarnia Ch茅rie, ma chi猫re patrie,
D'l'卯le d茅 ma n猫issance, mon tcheur a envie
Ta vouaix m'appeule terjours,
Et j'pense 脿 t茅 chaque jour.
Ile plloinne d茅 biautai, Sarnia Ch茅rie.
S脿ns saver ta valeur, j'm'en fus en col猫re,
Je v'yagis si llian, 脿 l'aute but d茅 la terre.
I m'dirent d茅 biaux pays, et j'm'en fus br芒ment
Oueque la terre baillait 脿 haut d'l'or et d茅 l'argent.
Nous 'tait tous amis et i fit bal chaque jeur,
Mais ta vouaix m'applait terjours, a m'd茅teurtait l'tcheur.
Ch'est pourtchi qu茅 j'm'en vians. Ah! t茅 veis, la millaeure.
Ma chi猫re 卯le d茅 r茅pos, d茅 chenna j'sis saeure.
Sarnia Ch茅rie, ma chi猫re patrie,
D'l'卯le d茅 ma n猫issance, mon tcheur a envie
Ta vouaix m'appeule terjours,
Et j'pense 脿 t茅 chaque jour.
Ile plloinne d茅 biautai, Sarnia Ch茅rie.
