Lyrics and translation Allan Sherman - Ballad of Harry Lewis

Ballad of Harry Lewis

I'm singing you the ballad
Of a great man of the cloth
His name was Harry Lewis
And he worked for Irving Roth
He died while cutting velvet
On a hot July the Fourth
But his cloth goes shining on

Glory, glory Harry Lewis His cloth goes shining on

Old Harry Lewis perished
In the service of his Lord
He was trampling through the warehouse
Where the drapes of Roth are stored
He had the finest funeral
The union could afford
And his cloth goes shining on

Glory, glory Harry Lewis His cloth goes shining on

Although a fire was raging
Harry stood by his machine
And when the firemen broke in
They discovered him between
A pile of roasted Dacron
And some French-fried gabardine
His cloth goes shining on

Glory, glory Harry Lewis His cloth goes shining on

La Ballade de Harry Lewis

Je te chante la ballade
D'un grand homme d'église
Il s'appelait Harry Lewis
Et il travaillait pour Irving Roth
Il est mort en coupant du velours
Un chaud 4 juillet
Mais son tissu brille toujours

Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis Son tissu brille toujours

Le vieux Harry Lewis est mort
Au service de son Seigneur
Il piétinait dans l'entrepôt
Où sont stockées les tentures de Roth
Il a eu les funérailles les plus belles
Que le syndicat pouvait s'offrir
Et son tissu brille toujours

Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis Son tissu brille toujours

Bien qu'un incendie faisait rage
Harry est resté près de sa machine
Et quand les pompiers sont entrés
Ils l'ont découvert entre
Un tas de Dacron grillé
Et de la gabardine frite
Son tissu brille toujours

Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis Son tissu brille toujours