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156 Music of the Waters. |
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Semblant defier la tempete Kt le choc terrible des flots. Tra la, la, la, la.
Seul au milieu de l'onde Quand je vogue, ma foi, Le plus grand roi du monde Est moms heureux que moi. Tra la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la.
Je ne poss&de pour richesse Que Ninna, ma belle maitresse, Mes filets, ma nacelle, et Dieu. Et qu'a-t-il besoin de fortune Celui que le monde importune, Et qui se contente de peu ? Tra la, la, la, la.
Qu'apres une gloire ephe'mere Les ambitieux de la terre Insenses passent tous les jours. I'ietro le pecheur est plus sage, En depit du vent, de l'orage, Joyeux il repete toujours— Tra la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la. |
Seeming to defy the tempest
And the terrible dashing of the waves.
Tra la, la, la, la.
Alone in the midst of the waves When I am floating, my faith, The greatest king in the world Is less to be envied than me. Tra la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la.
I only own as riches
Nina, my lovely queen,
My nets, my skiff, and my God.
\V hat need has he of fortune
Whom the world importunes,
And who is content with little ?
Tra la, la, la, la.
The ambitious people of the earth Stupidly pass all their days In seeking an ephemeral glory. Peter the fisherman is wiser, In spite of the wind and the storm, Joyful he ever repeats—-Tra la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la. |
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LA CHANSON DU MOUSSE.
French Version.
La mer est ma patrie, Ce bord est mon sejour ; J'y dois passer ma vie, J'y dois mourir un jour. Va, petit mousse, Dans un climat lointain, I .a mer est douce Pour le pauvre orphelin.
La vie est bien amere A l'enfant delaisse, Que l'amour d'une mere N'a jamais caresse. Va, petit mousse, Dans un cliniat lointain, La mer est douce Pour le pauvre orphelin.
Je vais loin de toi, ma belle, Conserve mon amour; Je reviendrai, je l'espere, Pour nous unir un jour. Va, petit mousse, Dans un climat lointain, La mer est douce Pour le pauvre orphelin. |
THE CABIN BOY'S SONG.
English Version.
The sea is my kingdom,
This shore is my holiday home ;
I have to live my life here,
And here I must one day die.
Go, little cabin boy,
To a distant clime,
The sea is calm
For a poor orphan boy.
Life is very sad To the lonely child, Whom a mother's love Has never caressed. Go, little cabin boy, To a distant clime, The sea is calm For a poor orphan boy.
I am going far from thee, my sweet,
Keep thou my love ;
I will return, I hope,
And then one day we'll wed.
Go, little cabin boy,
To a distant clime,
The sea is calm
For a poor orphan boy. |
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