Napoletano:Oje né', fa' priesto viene!
Nun mme fá spantecá
Ca pure 'a rezza vène
Ch'a mare stó' a mená

Méh, stienne sti bbraccelle,/
Ajutame a tirá
Ca stu marenariello
Te vò' sempe abbracciá

Vicin'ô mare, facimmo 'ammore
A core a core, pe' nce spassá

Só' marenaro e tiro 'a rezza
Ma, p''allerezza, stóngo a murí

Vide ca sbatte ll'onna
Comm'a stu core ccá
De lacreme te 'nfonne
Ca 'o faje annammurá

Viene, 'nterr'a 'sta rena
Nce avimm''a recrijá
Che scenne la serena
Io po' stóngo a cantá

Vicin'ô mare,

Oje né', io tiro 'a rezza
e tu statte a guardá
li pisce, p''a prijezza,
comme stanno a zumpá!

E vide, pure 'e stelle tu faje annammurá
ca stu marenariello,
tu faje suspirá

English:Come on dear, hurry, come here!
Don't make wait and suffer
The fishing net is coming too
That i've cast

Stretch your thin arms
Help me to pull (the net)
That this young sailor
Always wants to hug you

We make love near the sea
Heart to heart, to have fun

I'm a sailor and i pull the net
But I feel like i'm almost dying of happiness

See, the lashing of the waves
Like the beat of this heart of mine
It washes you with tears
Because you make it fall in love (with you)

Come, on this shore
We'll have fun
Here comes the sunset (or the evening)
And I'm here singing

Hey dear, I pull the net
And you stay there and watch
How the fishes for joy
Are jumping

And look, you can make fall in love with you even the stars
This young sailor
You make sigh

Italiano

Parenti, amici, sono tutti qua,

Venuti da tanti Paesi d'Italia,

Famiglie di Francia, e anche dall’Australia,

Rosetta si sposa: gran festa si farà!

Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,

Batti piedi, batti le mani,
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,

alza le braccia, gira, gira,

Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,

Organetto e tamburello

Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, si balla la tarantella.

Si celebran le nozze come in Sicilia,

con tutte le comari a “mucatori”
??,
i maschi quasi tutti, portano la coppola,

C'è vino, salam, prosciutto e ricotta

La mamma di Rosa si commuove e piange,

perché a sua bambina lontana sarà,

il padre un po brillo canta troppo forte

presto un nipotino in casa arriverà
Français

Les parents, les amis sont tous là,
Venus de tant de villages d’Italie
Des familles de France, et aussi d’Australie
Rosetta se marie
: une grande fête se prépare
!

Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,

On tape des mains, on bat des mains
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,

On lève les bras, on tourne, on tourne

Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,

Accordéon et tambourin
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, on danse la tarentelle

On célèbre la noce comme en Sicile
Avec toutes les commères qui portent foulard
Presque tous les hommes ont une casquette
Il y a du vin, du salami, du jambon et de la ricotta

La maman de Rosa est émue et pleure
Parce que sa fille partira loin
Le père un peu éméché chante trop fort
Bientôt un neveu arrivera

English

Family and friends are all here
Come from village all over Italy
Families from France, Australia too
Rosetta is getting married:

A big party is getting underway

Bi-tum, Bi-tum, Bi-tum,

we clap our hands, we clap our hands
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,

we lift our arms, we spin we spin
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum,

Accordion and tambourine
Tum, bi-tum, bi-tum, we dance the tarentelle

We celebrate the wedding like in Sicily
With all the old girls in headscarves
Almost all the men wear caps
There’s wine, salami, ham and ricotta.

Rosa’s mama is moved to tears
Because her daughter will move far away
Father is a little tipsy and sings too loud
Soon a nephew will arrive

There comes a time in a young man’s life when he has to make a choice,
To stay at home and be afraid or leave the nest and fight,
To shut himself away for good or live a life of pride,
With a courage that will never fray, through storms and swelling tide,
So from craggy shore to broken sky and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

With your fists held tight,
That they just might break,
Like the dawn that comes,
It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand together and give ‘em hell’.
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)

It’s never quite enough you see to work until your old,
To live a life of sacrifice with nothing good to show,
For when it’s time to meet your end and look back on your life,
Did you stay within dotted lines or rise against and fight?
From the craggy shores to broken skies and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

Hold your fists up tight,
You know It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand, together, and give, them, hell’.

We won’t go quietly!
No we won’t go quietly!

On this day, we’ll find our worth,
The beaten and broken, the salt of the earth,
For all that we are, for all that we’re not,
We’ll fight to the end, with all that we’ve got!

With a fistful of dirt, we’ll rise from the ground,
To stand with our family, steadfast and proud,
For all that we are, for all that we’ve lost,
We’ll never back down, no matter the cost!

We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win,
We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant we’ll sing,
It’s all for one and one for all,
To stand fast where our fathers stood tall.

(We won’t go quietly!)

Never bow down, no!
With a fistful of dirt, we’ll rise from the ground,
Forever bow down, no!
To stand with our family, steadfast and proud.

We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win,
We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant and sing,
It’s all for one and one for all,
To stand fast where our fathers stood tall.

A tip of the hat, a punch in the face,
(We won’t go quietly!)
We’re battered and bruised, we’ll give them a taste,
Of all that we are, for those that we’ve lost,
(We won’t go quietly!)
We’ll honour those that came before,
Sons and Daughters, those that fought for more,
We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant and sing,
We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win!

(We won’t go quietly)
(We won’t go quietly)
(We won’t go quietly)
(We won’t go quietly)

We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beat,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down, we’ll never back down.

We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beat,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down, we’ll never back down.

(We never go quietly!)

Verse 1

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore

She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all

She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2

Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day

As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say

There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall

She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3

Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4

Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5

So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau