Letras de the Ballad of Harry Lewis - Allan Sherman

the Ballad of Harry Lewis (original)

I’m singing you the ballad
Of a great man of the cloth
His name was Harry Lewis
And he worked for Irving Roth
He died while cutting velvet
On a hot July the 4th
But his cloth goes shining on
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
His cloth goes shining on
Oh Harry Lewis perished
In the service of his Lord
He was trampling through the warehouse
Where the drapes of Roth are stored
He had the finest funeral
The union could afford
And his cloth goes shining on
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
His cloth goes shining on
Although a fire was raging
Harry stood by his machine
And when the firemen broke in
They discovered him between
A pile of roasted Dacron
And some french fried gabardine
His cloth goes shining on
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
His cloth goes shining on

(traducción)

te estoy cantando la balada
De un gran hombre de la tela
Su nombre era Harry Lewis.
Y trabajó para Irving Roth
Murió cortando terciopelo
En un caluroso 4 de julio
Pero su tela sigue brillando
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Su tela sigue brillando
Oh, Harry Lewis pereció
Al servicio de su Señor
Estaba pisoteando el almacén
Donde se almacenan las cortinas de Roth
Tuvo el mejor funeral.
El sindicato podía permitirse
Y su tela sigue brillando
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Su tela sigue brillando
Aunque un incendio estaba furioso
Harry estaba junto a su máquina
Y cuando los bomberos irrumpieron
Lo descubrieron entre
Un montón de Dacron asado
Y un poco de gabardina frita
Su tela sigue brillando
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Gloria, gloria harry lewis
Su tela sigue brillando