Le Grand Coureur - Luc Arbogast traduction en anglais

Le Grand Coureur

Le corsaire le Grand Coureur est un navire de malheur
Quand il s′en va en croisière pour aller chasser l'Anglais
Le vent, la mer et la guerre tournent contre le Français
Il est parti de Lorient avec belle mer et bon vent
Il cinglait bâbord amure naviguant comme un poisson
Un grain tombe sur sa mature voilà le corsaire en ponton
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Il nous fallut remâter et bougrement relinguer
Tandis que l′ouvrage avance, on signale par tribord
Un navire d'apparence, à mantelets de sabords
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
C'était un Anglais vraiment à double rangée de dents
Un marchand de mort subite mais le Français n′a pas peur
Au lieu de brasser en fuite nous le rangeons à l′honneur
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Les boulets pleuvent sur nous, nous lui rendons coups pour coups
Pendant que la barbe en fume à nos braves matelots
Dans un gros bouchon de brume, il nous échappe aussitôt
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Nos prises au bout de 6 mois, ont pu se monter à 3
Un navire plein de patates, plus qu'à moitié chaviré
Un deuxième de savates et le dernier de fumier
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Pour nous refaire des combats, nous avions à nos repas
Des gourganes et du lard rance, du vinaigre au lieu du vin
Des biscuits pourri d′avance et du camphre le matin
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Pour finir ce triste sort, nous venons périr au port
Dans cette affreuse misère quand chacun s'est vu perdu
Chacun selon sa manière, s′est sauvé comme il a pu
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Le capitaine et son second, s'sont sauvés sur un canon
Le grand maître sur la grande ancre, le commis dans son bidon
Ah, le sacré vilain cancre, le voleur de rations
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Il eût fallu voir le coq et sa cuiserie et son croc
Il s′est mis dans la chaudière comme un vilain pot-au-feu
Il est parti vent arrière, a péri au feu de Dieu
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
De notre horrible malheur, seul le calfat est l'auteur
En tombant de la grand-hune, dessous le gaillard d'avant
A rebondi dans la cambuse, a crevé le bâtiment
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Si l′histoire du Grand Coureur a pu vous toucher le cœur
Ayez donc belles manières et payez-nous largement
Du vin, du rack, de la bière, de l′amour aux quatre vents
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement
Allons les gars, gai, gai
Allons les gars, gaiement

The Great Runner

The privateer, the Great Runner, is a ship of misfortune,
When she sets sail on a cruise to hunt the English.
The wind, the sea, and the war turn against the French.
She departed from Lorient with a fair sea and good wind,
Sailing on the port tack, navigating like a fish.
A squall falls upon her mast, leaving the privateer dismasted.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
We had to re-mast and damn well re-rig,
While the work progresses, a ship is sighted to starboard,
A ship of appearance, with rows of gun ports.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
It was indeed an Englishman, with a double row of teeth,
A merchant of sudden death, but the Frenchman has no fear.
Instead of fleeing, we engage him in battle.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Cannonballs rain down on us, we return blow for blow,
While the beards of our brave sailors are smoking,
In a thick patch of fog, he escapes us at once.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Our prizes after 6 months amounted to 3,
A ship full of potatoes, more than half capsized,
A second one of shoes, and the last one of manure.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
To recover from the battles, we had for our meals
Broad beans and rancid bacon, vinegar instead of wine,
Biscuits rotten in advance, and camphor in the morning.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
To end this sad fate, we came to perish at the port,
In this dreadful misery, when everyone saw themselves lost,
Each in their own way, saved themselves as best they could.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
The captain and his second, escaped on a cannon,
The boatswain on the large anchor, the purser in his cask,
Ah, the damn villain, the ration thief.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
You should have seen the cook and his kitchen and his hook,
He got into the cauldron like a nasty stew,
He went with the wind astern, perished in God's fire.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Of our horrible misfortune, only the caulker is the author,
Falling from the maintop, under the forecastle,
He bounced into the galley, and pierced the hull.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
If the story of the Great Runner has touched your heart,
Then have good manners and pay us generously,
With wine, rum, beer, and love to the four winds.
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily, merrily,
Come on, lads, merrily,