Letras de Smith of Bristol - The Dubliners

Smith of Bristol (original)

Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he With his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ye-ho
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
A’plundering and a’robbing high and low
He swore 'twas no concern, he did not give a herrin'
About right or wrong or any holy show
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain’s foremost duty
Wherever she could get it, heave-ye-ho
Heave-ye-ho, heave-ye-ho
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain’s foremost duty
Wherever she could get it, heave-ye-ho
Smith had a noble soul and lofty was his pride
With his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ye-ho
He’d watch his beaten foe-men jump out into the tide
Call you beggars who had nowhere else to go And hanging from his lanyards were Portuguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen jumping to and fro
Right along the blazing story shown allure in England’s glory
Pirate Smith of Bristol, heave-ye-ho
Heave-ye-ho, heave-ye-ho
Right along the blazing story shown allure in England’s glory
Pirate Smith of Bristol, heave-ye-ho
But accidents will happen even to heroes such as he With his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ye-ho
He was standing at his capstan as happy as could be Hoping soon to have another prize in tow
When a whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet
And very sad to say, laid him low
He was only ninety-seven but his soul had gone to heaven
To rest on Nelson’s bosom, heave-ye-ho
Heave-ye-ho, heave-ye-ho
He was only ninety-seven but his soul had gone to heaven
To rest on Nelson’s bosom, heave-ye-ho

(traducción)

Smith era un hombre de Bristol y un viejo tipo raro era él Con su alfanje y sus pistolas, heave-ye-ho
Con una noble tripulación de degolladores solía recorrer el mar
Un saqueo y un robo alto y bajo
Juró que no le importaba, que no le importaba un comino
Sobre el bien o el mal o cualquier espectáculo sagrado
Juró que agarrar el botín era el principal deber de Gran Bretaña.
Dondequiera que ella pudiera conseguirlo, heave-ye-ho
Heave-ye-ho, heave-ye-ho
Juró que agarrar el botín era el principal deber de Gran Bretaña.
Dondequiera que ella pudiera conseguirlo, heave-ye-ho
Smith tenía un alma noble y sublime era su orgullo
Con su alfanje y sus pistolas, heave-ye-ho
Vería a sus enemigos derrotados saltar a la marea
Llamaos mendigos que no tenían adónde ir Y colgando de sus cuerdas estaban portugueses y españoles
Y golpearon a los franceses saltando de un lado a otro
A lo largo de la deslumbrante historia se muestra el encanto de la gloria de Inglaterra
Pirata Smith de Bristol, heave-ye-ho
Heave-ye-ho, heave-ye-ho
A lo largo de la deslumbrante historia se muestra el encanto de la gloria de Inglaterra
Pirata Smith de Bristol, heave-ye-ho
Pero los accidentes les ocurrirán incluso a héroes como él Con su alfanje y sus pistolas, levántate.
Estaba parado en su cabrestante tan feliz como podía estar esperando tener pronto otro premio a cuestas.
Cuando una bala española silbante vino y lo alcanzó en la garganta
Y muy triste de decir, lo derribó
Solo tenía noventa y siete años pero su alma se había ido al cielo
Para descansar en el pecho de Nelson, heave-ye-ho
Heave-ye-ho, heave-ye-ho
Solo tenía noventa y siete años pero su alma se había ido al cielo
Para descansar en el pecho de Nelson, heave-ye-ho