Testi di Jar of Porter - Finnegan's Hell

Jar of Porter (originale)

Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la, give the child a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, give the child a jar of porter
If you want your child to grow, your child to grow, your child to grow
If you want your child to grow, give 'im a jar of porter
Sing toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, give 'im a jar of porter
When I was young and cradle cake, no drop of milk now would I take
Me father up, then had his spake, «Give the child a jar of porter»
Sing toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la;
Sing toora loora loora la, give the child a jar of porter
When I am dead and in my grave, I hope for me a prayer you’ll say
And as you’re passing by that you’ll throw in a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, throw in a jar of porter
And when I reach the golden gates, I hope I’ll not have long to wait
I’ll call Saint Peter aside and say «Brought yup a jar of porter»
Sing toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, brought yup a jar of porter

(traduzione)

Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Toora loora loora la, dai al bambino un barattolo di porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Canta toora loora loora la, dai al bambino un barattolo di porter
Se vuoi che tuo figlio cresca, tuo figlio cresca, tuo figlio cresca
Se vuoi che tuo figlio cresca, dagli un barattolo di porter
Canta toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Canta toora loora loora la, dagli un barattolo di porter
Quando ero giovane e cullavo la torta, non prenderei più una goccia di latte
Mio padre, poi ha detto: «Date al bambino un barattolo di facchino»
Canta toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la;
Canta toora loora loora la, dai al bambino un barattolo di porter
Quando sarò morto e nella mia tomba, spero per me una preghiera che dirai
E mentre stai passando, lancerai un barattolo di porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Canta toora loora loora la, butta dentro un barattolo di porter
E quando raggiungo i cancelli d'oro, spero di non dover aspettare molto
Chiamerò San Pietro da parte e dirò: «Ti ho portato un barattolo di facchino»
Canta toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Canta toora loora loora la, ti ho portato un barattolo di porter