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AN VLEUJENN	THE FLOWER
Pol Hodge	trans. Pol Hodge (from Cornish)
Heb an gwenon-pryv a 'lavur ynporthys', Heb an gwenon-erbys a 'yn-dosoryon vywek', Heb an gwenon-kywni a 'oberoryon omweres alhwedh', ni, an gernowyon re wrug palas gwreydh agan honan dhe sugna sten, kober, legh ha pri gwynn diworth an nor menek a'gan bro. Megys war deyl marthus rych a wonisogethow moy a-varr, an kynsa trelyans diwysogneth a vleujowas kepar hag eythin. Hag an meurra kenedhel palas yn istori an bys a veu genys - Kernow.	Without the insecticide of 'imported labour', without the herbicide of 'dynamic in-comers', without the fungicide of 'key management workers', we, the Cornish, have dug our own roots to suck tin, copper, slate and china clay from the stoney ground of our land. Raised on marvelously rich manure of earlier culture, the first industrial revoloution flowered like gorse. And the greatest mining nation in the history of the world was born - Cornwall.