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'O guarracino

A lu Guarracino che jeva pe′ mare
Le venne voglia de se 'nzorare,
Se facette ′nu bello vestito
De spine e de scarde pulito pulito
Cu 'na perucca tutta 'ngrifata
De ziarelle ′mbrasciolata,
Co lo sciabò scolla e puzine
De ponte angrese fine fine.
Doje belle cateniglie,
De premmone de conchiglie,
′Nu cappiello aggallonato
De codarino d'aluzzo salato
Tutto posema e steratiello,
Jeva facenno lo sbafantiello,
E girava de ccà e de llà:
La ′nnammorata pe' se truva′.
La Sardella a lu balcone
Jeva sonanno l calascione;
E a suono de trommetta
Jeva cantanno 'st′arietta:
"E llarè lo mare e lena
E la figlia d"a siè Lena,
Ha lasciato lo 'nnammorato
Pecché niente l'ha rialato".
Lo Guarracino che la guardaje
De la sardella s′ annammoraje;
Se ne jette da ′na Vavosa
La cchiù vecchia e maleziosa;
L'ebbe bona rialata
Pe′ mannarle la 'mmasciata;
La Vavosa pisse pisse
Chiatto e tunno ′nce lo disse.
Ma la sardella ch"a sentette
Rossa rossa se facette,
Pe' lo scuorno che se pigliaje
Sotto a ′no scuoglio se 'mpezzaie;
Ma la vecchia de vava Alosa
Subete disse - Ah schefenzosa!
De 'sta manera non truove partito
′Ncanna te resta lu marito.
Si aje voglia de t′alloca'
Tante smorfie non aje da fa′,
Fora le zeze e fora lo scuorno
Anema e core e faccia de cuorno.
Ciò sentenno la zì Sardella
S'affacciaje a la fenestrella,
Facette ′n'uocchio a zennariello
A lo speruto ′nnammoratiello.
Ma la Patella che steva de posta
La chiammaje faccia tosta,
Tradetora, sbrevognata,
Senza parola, male nata,
Ch'avea 'nchiantato l′Allitterato
Primmo e antico ′nnammorato:
De carrera da chisto jette
E ogni cosa 'lle dicette.
Quanno lo ′ntise lo poveriello
Se lo pigliaje Farfariello,
Jette a casa s'armaje e rasulo
Se carrecaje comm′a 'no mulo,
De scoppette e de spingarde,
Povere, palle stoppa e scarde;
Quatto pistole tre bajonette
Dint′a la sacca se mettette.
'Ncopp"e spalle sittanta pistune
Ottanta bombe e ciento cannune;
E comm'a guappo Pallarino
Jeva cercanno lo Guarracino:
La disgrazia a chisto portaje
Che mmiezo a la chiazza te lo ′ncontraje
Se l′afferra p"o cruvattino
E po' lle dice: - Ah malandrino!
Tu me lieve la ′nnammorata
E pigliatella chesta mazziata.
Tuppete e tappete a meliune
Le deva paccare e secuzzune,
Schiaffe, ponie e perepesse
Scoppolune, fecozze e cunnesse,
Sceverechiune, sicutennosse
E ll'ammaccaie osse e pilosse.
Venimmoncenne ch′a lo rummore
Pariente e amice ascettere fore,
Chi co mazze, cortielle e cortelle,
Chi co spate, spatune e spatelle,
Chiste cu barre e chille cu spite,
Chi co ammennole e chi cu antrite,
Chi cu tenaglie e chi cu martielle,
Chi cu turrone e susamielle.
Patre, figlie marite e mugliere
S'azzuffajeno comm′a fere.
A meliune currevano a strisce,
De 'stu partito e de chillo li pisce,
Che bediste de sarde e d'alose,
De palaje e raje petrose,
Sareche, dientece ed achiate,
Scurme, tunne e alletterate!
Treglie, tremmole, trotte e tunne,
Fiche, cepolle, launne e retunne;
Purpe, secce e calamare,
Pisce spate e stelle de mare,
Pisce palumme e piscatrice
Voccadoro e cecenielle,
Capochiuove e guarracine,
Cannolicchie, òstreche e ancine.
Vongole, cocciole e patelle,
Pisce cane e grancetielle.
Spinole, spuonole, sierpe e sarpe,
Scauze, ′nzuoccole e colle scarpe,
Sconciglie, àmmere e ragoste,
Vennero ′nfino colle poste...
Muorze e pizzeche a beliune!
A delluvio li secozzune!
Non ve dico che bivo fuoco
Se faceva per ogne luoco!
Ttè, ttè, ttè, ccà pistulate!
Ttà, ttà, ttà, llà scuppettate!
Ttù, ttù, ttù, ccà li pistune!
Bù, bù, bù, llà li cannune!
Pistulate, scuppettate,
Li pistune, li cannune... Ah...
Ma de canta' so′ già stracquato,
E me manca mò lo sciato;
Sicché, dateme licenza,
Graziosa e bella audienza,
'Nfì che sorchio ′na meza de seje,
Co' salute de luje e de leje,
Ca me se secca lo cannarone
Sbacantannose lo premmone.

'O Guarracino

To Guarracino, who sailed the seas,
Came a desire to get married,
He made himself a fine suit,
Of thorns and thistles, clean and neat,
With a wig all curled,
Of jasmine flowers adorned,
With a jabot of lace and buttons,
Of fine English lace.
Two beautiful chains,
Of shells of prawns,
A plumed hat,
Of salted lizard tail,
All perfumed and elegant,
He went about showing off,
And turned here and there:
To find a sweetheart for himself.
The Sardella on the balcony
Was playing the guitar;
And to the sound of a trumpet
She was singing this little song:
"Oh, the sea and the shore,
And the daughter of Lady Lena,
Has left her lover,
Because he gave her nothing."
Guarracino, who looked at her,
Fell in love with the Sardella;
He went to a Vavosa,
The oldest and most cunning;
He gave her a good reward
To send her the message;
The Vavosa, whispering,
Told her quietly and discreetly.
But the Sardella, hearing it,
Turned red with shame,
For the embarrassment she felt,
She shattered under a rock;
But the old Vava Alosa
Immediately said - Ah, silly one!
This way you won't find a match,
You'll be left without a husband.
If you want to settle down,
You don't have to make so many faces,
Forget the airs and the shame,
Soul and heart and face of horn.
Hearing this, Lady Sardella
Appeared at the little window,
She made a playful eye
At the hopeful little lover.
But the Patella, who was watching,
Called her shameless,
Traitor, brazen,
Wordless, ill-born,
For she had jilted the Allitterato,
The first and old lover:
She ran to him
And told him everything.
When the poor fellow heard it,
He was possessed by Farfariello,
He went home, armed himself, and quickly
He loaded himself like a mule,
With rifles and muskets,
Powder, balls, tow, and thistles;
He put four pistols and three bayonets
In his bag.
On his shoulders, seventy pistons
Eighty bombs and a hundred cannons;
And like a brave Pallarino
He went looking for Guarracino:
Misfortune brought him
To meet him in the middle of the square.
He grabbed him by the tie
And then said to him: - Ah, villain!
You take my beloved
And take this beating.
Punches and kicks by the millions
He gave him slaps and shakes,
Slams, punches, and kicks
Headbutts, punches, and blows,
Jabs, and shakes,
And he crushed his bones and hair.
Let's come to the point that at the noise
Relatives and friends rushed out,
Some with clubs, sticks, and knives,
Some with swords, rapiers, and blades,
These with iron bars and those with skewers,
Some with almonds and some with anchovies,
Some with pliers and some with hammers,
Some with nougat and sesame seeds.
Fathers, daughters, husbands, and wives
They fought like wild beasts.
Millions ran in streaks,
Of this party and that the fish,
What did you see of sardines and shad,
Of flounders and rays,
Sardines, dentex, and needlefish,
Scorpionfish, tuna, and amberjack!
Mullets, tremoli, trout, and tuna,
Figs, onions, wool, and turnips;
Octopus, cuttlefish, and squid,
Swordfish and starfish,
Flying fish and anglerfish,
John Dory and rainbow wrasse,
Scorpionfish and wrasses,
Mantis shrimp, oysters, and anchovies.
Clams, mussels, and limpets,
Dogfish and dogfish.
Sea urchins, sea dates, snakes, and serpents,
Shoes, slippers, and high-heeled shoes,
Mussels, lobsters, and lobsters,
They even came with posts...
Bites and pinches by the millions!
Shakes in a deluge!
I won't tell you what live fire
Was happening everywhere!
Bang, bang, bang, here shots!
Boom, boom, boom, there gunshots!
Thud, thud, thud, here the pistons!
Boom, boom, boom, there the cannons!
Shots, gunshots,
The pistons, the cannons... Ah...
But I'm already tired of singing,
And I'm running out of breath now;
So, give me leave,
Gracious and beautiful audience,
While I drink half a liter of six,
With the health of you and yours,
Because my throat is drying up
From singing with all my might.