Ram of Darby (Live) - Pete Seeger translation in French

Ram of Darby (Live)

As I went in to Darby
All on a Market Day,
I saw the largest ram, sir,
That was ever fed on hay.
And he rambled, rambled all around
In and out of town did he ramble,
And he rambled til them butchers cut him down.
This ram had four feet, sir,
Four feet on which to stand,
And each one of his hooves sir
Covered an 40 acres of land.
He rambled, rambled all around
In and out of town did he ramble,
And he rambled til them butchers cut him down.
The wool upon his back, sir,
It reached up to the sky;
The eagles made their nests there,
You could hear the young ones cry.
He rambled, rambled all around
In and out of town did he ramble,
And he rambled til them butchers cut him down.
The horns upon his head, sir,
They Reached up to the moon;
A man climbed up in January,
And didn't come down 'til June.
He rambled, rambled all around
In and out of town did he ramble,
And he rambled til them butchers cut him down.
The wool that grew upon his tail,
If you had sheared it off,
Would have made the finest tailors
A hundred yards of cloth.
He rambled, rambled all around
In and out of town did he ramble,
And he rambled til them butchers cut him down.
The Butcher that cut him down sir,
He drownded in the blood.
And the little boy who held the bowl,
Was washed away in the flood.
He rambled, rambled all around
In and out of town did he ramble,
And he rambled til them butchers cut him down.

Le bélier de Darby (Live)

Je suis allé à Darby
Un jour de marché,
J'ai vu le plus grand bélier,
Qu'on ait jamais nourri au foin.
Et il gambadait, gambadait tout autour
Dans et hors de la ville, il gambadait,
Et il a gambadé jusqu'à ce que les bouchers le tuent.
Ce bélier avait quatre pieds,
Quatre pieds sur lesquels se tenir debout,
Et chacun de ses sabots
Couvrait 40 acres de terre.
Il gambadait, gambadait tout autour
Dans et hors de la ville, il gambadait,
Et il a gambadé jusqu'à ce que les bouchers le tuent.
La laine sur son dos,
Elle atteignait le ciel;
Les aigles y faisaient leurs nids,
On pouvait entendre les petits crier.
Il gambadait, gambadait tout autour
Dans et hors de la ville, il gambadait,
Et il a gambadé jusqu'à ce que les bouchers le tuent.
Les cornes sur sa tête,
Elles atteignaient la lune;
Un homme y est monté en janvier,
Et il n'en est redescendu qu'en juin.
Il gambadait, gambadait tout autour
Dans et hors de la ville, il gambadait,
Et il a gambadé jusqu'à ce que les bouchers le tuent.
La laine qui poussait sur sa queue,
Si vous l'aviez tondue,
Aurait fait aux meilleurs tailleurs
Cent mètres de tissu.
Il gambadait, gambadait tout autour
Dans et hors de la ville, il gambadait,
Et il a gambadé jusqu'à ce que les bouchers le tuent.
Le boucher qui l'a abattu,
Il s'est noyé dans le sang.
Et le petit garçon qui tenait le bol,
A été emporté par l'inondation.
Il gambadait, gambadait tout autour
Dans et hors de la ville, il gambadait,
Et il a gambadé jusqu'à ce que les bouchers le tuent.