Paroles et traduction 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 4th
But his cloth goes shining on

Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
His cloth goes shining on

Oh 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
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
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
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
His cloth goes shining on

Ballade d'Harry Lewis

Je te chante la ballade
D'un grand homme de l'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
Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Son tissu brille toujours

Oh Harry Lewis a péri
Au service de son Seigneur
Il piétinait dans l'entrepôt
Où les rideaux de Roth sont stockés

Il a eu les plus belles funérailles
Que le syndicat pouvait se permettre
Et son tissu brille toujours

Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Son tissu brille toujours

Bien qu'un incendie faisait rage
Harry est resté à côté de sa machine
Et quand les pompiers sont entrés
Ils l'ont découvert entre

Un tas de Dacron grillé
Et de la gabardine frite à la française
Son tissu brille toujours

Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Gloire, gloire Harry Lewis
Son tissu brille toujours