Текст и перевод песни Bob Roberts - The Worst Old Ship (Waiting for the Day)

The Worst Old Ship (Waiting for the Day)

The worst old brig that ever did weigh
Sailed out of Harwich on a windy day
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

She was built in Roman time
Held together with bits of twine
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

The skipper's half Dutch and the mate's a Jew
The crew are fourteen men too few
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

Nothing in the galley, nothing in the hold
But the skipper's turned in with a bag of gold
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

Off Orford Ness she sprang a leak
Hear her poor old timbers creak
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

We pumped our way round Lowestoft Ness
When the wind backed round to the west-sou'-west
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

Through the Cockle to Cromer cliff
Steering like a wagon with a wheel adrift
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

Into the Humber and up the town
Pump you blighters, pump or drown
And we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

Her coal was shot by a Keadby crew
Her bottom was rotten and it went right through
So we're waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That we get our pay

Le pire vieux navire (En attendant le jour)

Le pire vieux brick qui ait jamais navigué
A quitté Harwich par un jour venteux
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

Elle a été construite à l'époque romaine
Maintenue ensemble avec des bouts de ficelle
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

Le capitaine est à moitié hollandais et le second est juif
L'équipage est composé de quatorze hommes de trop peu
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

Rien dans la cuisine, rien dans la cale
Mais le capitaine s'est couché avec un sac d'or
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

Au large d'Orford Ness, elle a pris une voie d'eau
Écoute ses vieux timbers grincer
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

On a pompé notre chemin autour de Lowestoft Ness
Quand le vent a viré au sud-ouest
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

Par le Cockle jusqu'à la falaise de Cromer
En dirigeant comme une charrette avec une roue à la dérive
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

Dans l'Humber et en haut de la ville
Pompez vous salopards, pompez ou noyez-vous
Et on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie

Son charbon a été tiré par un équipage de Keadby
Son fond était pourri et il a traversé
Alors on attend le jour
On attend le jour
On attend le jour
Où on touchera notre paie