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The old man from over the sea - Eanair

Randolph Caldecott (1846–1886) : le vieillard de la comptine

Randolph Caldecott (1846–1886) : le vieillard de la comptine

De nombreuses variantes de cette chanson ont été collectées depuis le 18ème siècle (en Ecosse, Irlande, Angleterre et jusque dans les Appalaches). Et ce qu’elles ont toutes en commun c’est : cet humour noir ravageur.

"The Old Man From Over The Sea"

There was an old man came over the sea
Aye, but I'll not have him
There was an old man came over the sea
Came snivelling, snuffling, over on me
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

My mother she told me to bid him come in
Aye, but I'll not have him
My mother she told me to bid him come in
And he giggled and dribbled all over his chin
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

My mother she told me to give him a stool
Aye, but I'll not have him
My mother she told me to give him a stool
Well I gave him a stool and he sat like a fool
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

My mother she told me to give him some cake
Aye, but I'll not have him
My mother she told me to give him some cake
And the silly old fool wriggled just like a snake
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

My mother she told me to pass him the sugar
Aye, but I'll not have him
My mother she told me to pass him the sugar
And he shivvelled and shovelled it down like a bugger
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

My mother she told me to take him to bed
Aye, but I'll not have him
My mother she told me to take him to bed
And the daft old devil nigh stood on his head
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

My mother told me to show him what to do
Aye, but I'll not have him
My mother told me to show him what to do
But the silly old cod couldn't learn how to screw
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

My mother she told me to bid him farewell
Aye, but I'll not have him
My mother she told me to bid him farewell
Well I bid him farewell and I wished him in Hell
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking

There was an old man came over the sea
Aye, but I'll not have him
There was an old man came over the sea
Came snivelling, snuffling, over on me
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard
A‐shivering and shaking 

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