El Marinero Borracho (The Drunken Sailor) - Celtas Cortos

Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' We'll put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the mornin' Good night, safe home (thank you) Thank you Good night and good luck, thank you

(Cap D) Drunken sailors always favor To savor the flavor Of rum that they won From the fruits of their labors Braver from their greater Tolerance for them vapors Alcohol always falls At the root of their Capers What happens when they sawing log In a haze or a fog Face first in their grog? You gotta leave em with a mark cause they bein a wog! How dare they call them selves a great sea dawg Piss on their leg, pose em up on their peg Kick them off of their keg, crush their head like an Egg We don't tolerate debates cause your late Yet in a sad sorry state supposed to man your post by 8 (Chorus) What do we do with a drunken sailor You know we got them drunken sailors What we gonna do with them drunken sailors? Earl ae in the mornin? (Wake em up yo) (Admirality) Eeeeeeearly in the morning is when sailors get to Drinking In the Royal British Navy where the whiskey does the Thinking! Make haste to the waste when them mugs begin a clinking Yeah you pirates lack the bullocks for the bottles we Be sinking We're Steaming! The sun's up over the yardarm, Dreaming of the better times when we're becalmed When you don't know your name, and you smell like a Farm Time to pop another cork and do yourself some harm You may see fit to complain but we can sail when we're Tanked, Getting the job done while you boys be collapsing like Banks Pissed as rats but propped up in immaculate ranks (Chorus) (Sea Dawg) A drunken sailor, is there any other kind? Where we come from the sober are very hard to find Why else are we inclined to be so unkind We leave the daily grind behind and risk one eye goin' Blind Our style is here, albeit a bit belated, A fiery breeze in a field so saturated Yer sound can be drowned by the screams of others If the scurvy crew knocks ye down Ye might never recover So take cover Lest ye discover how Merciless we are On the battlefield, the card table, or the bar We don't give in, we never falter Not a man who serves with us will sniff the hempen Halter We'd rather die in battle instead, My men get paid unless they're swingin the lead, Fight with me and you'll lose at least a leg, Sorry I meant yer head Once I made a jury mast from the enemy's dead

A veces veo a oscuras Pero no veo de día Entonces me castigo Ya nada me motiva Otras hago el payaso Más de lo que debía Me tiro hacia el abismo Y todo se perdía Y nos quedamos sin hablar En un silencio envenenado Dame tu mano por favor Quiero seguir siempre a tu lado Y nos quedamos sin hablar En un silencio envenenado Dame tu mano por favor Quiero seguir siempre a tu lado Se secan las palabras Se me quedan vacías Pero quiero llenarlas Devolverles la vida Quiero pintar con ellas En tu cara sonrisas Quiero que te acaricien Y que sean divertidas Y nos quedamos sin hablar En un silencio envenenado Dame tu mano por favor Quiero seguir siempre a tu lado Y nos quedamos sin hablar En un silencio envenenado Dame tu mano por favor Quiero seguir siempre a tu lado Por la senda del tiempo La vida se me iba Pero me he despertado Tu mirada en la mía Y ya no veo a oscuras Y veo claro el día Vomité mis fantasmas Volvió la poesía Y nos quedamos sin hablar En un silencio envenenado Dame tu mano por favor Quiero seguir siempre a tu lado Y nos quedamos sin hablar En un silencio envenenado Dame tu mano por favor Quiero seguir siempre a tu lado Y nos quedamos sin hablar En un silencio envenenado Dame tu mano por favor Quiero seguir siempre a tu lado Siempre a tu lado Siempre a tu lado Siempre a tu lado

El Último De La Fila Miscellaneous El Loco De La Calle Pierdo mis defensas en los recodos de la angustia Busco una mirada, cada momento, en todas partes Mi vida no es de nadie, ni yo le pido a nadie nunca Que haga algo que yo mismo jamás haría sin dudarlo. Y solo sé que no puedo estar; Si tú te vas, mi casa voy a quemar. Mi chica está tan sola que busca el centro de la calle. Su puerta y su mirada siempre abiertas de par en par. Y sola, sé que no puede estar; Y ahora sé que se perderá. Y al final, sólo envidia y ambición; Y ya sé que sin buscar no encontraré. Paso al loco de la calle Paso al ansia de vivir. Mi cuarto es tan pequeño que nunca encuentro sus esquinas Desde que tu te has ido, se ríe de mí la soledad; Te espero en los caminos y te confundo a todas horas. Y solo sé que no puedo estar; Si tú te vas, mi casa voy a quemar. Y al final, sólo envidia y ambición; Y ya sé que aunque busque nunca encontraré. Paso al loco de la calle. Paso al ansia de vivir.

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