
Fecha de emisión: 05.11.2019
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Jiggy Jiggy Bum(original) |
I walked out on a sagebrush hill |
Thought I’d find me a hog to kill |
I heard a big squeal and up jumped one |
I pulled my trigger and drug him home |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
Tied my rope around his feet |
Swung him up and the meal did bleed |
Middle of the night the gray wolf come |
Take his wife and family some |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
Grab my gun and run to the hill |
Standing up around the old wind mill |
I says, «Gray wolf, if you come to steal |
I’ll slit your belly and hang you by the heels» |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
«Old Mr. Ranchman,"the gray wolf said |
«My eleven little babies are starving dead» |
I said, «Gray wolf, I’m troubled myself |
'Cause I’ve got a wife and children twelve» |
And the old gray wolf made the big run |
Made me jump and I dropped my gun |
Took my gun and throwed it in the well |
Durn the old gray wolf’s soul to hell |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
Well, the old gray wolf run back to the mill |
Seen my hog a-hanging by his heels |
Filled up his belly from the puddle of blood |
Then he grabbed my hog and struck for home |
Well I tore for my house and I woke my kids |
Told my wife what the gray wolf did |
And the old lady hollered and the kids they yelled |
They lit out over the gray wolf’s trail |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
'Fore daylight we trailed him home |
In a great big cave where the batses roam |
Sent my wife and children in |
I waited outside in the northern wind |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
First out flew the gray wolf’s nose |
Then out flew its Sunday clothes |
Then out sailed its hair and hide |
And then out come my kids and wife |
Everybody had a sandwich in his hand |
Every girl had a slice of Virginia ham |
My wife had a hambone slick and long |
We slipped and slid the whole road home |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
Well we got home, jumped in bed |
Pulled the covers over our head |
We laughed at that wolf and licked the bone |
And this is the last of wild hog’s song |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
Hey piggy, run, run |
Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
And a hey piggy, run |
(traducción) |
Caminé por una colina de artemisa |
Pensé que me encontraría un cerdo para matar |
Escuché un gran chillido y salté uno |
Apreté mi gatillo y lo drogué a casa |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
Até mi cuerda alrededor de sus pies |
Lo levantó y la comida sangró |
En medio de la noche viene el lobo gris |
Lleve a su esposa y familia un poco |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
Toma mi arma y corre hacia la colina |
De pie alrededor del viejo molino de viento |
Yo digo: «Lobo gris, si vienes a robar |
Te cortaré el vientre y te colgaré de los talones» |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
«Viejo señor ranchero», dijo el lobo gris. |
«Mis once bebitos se mueren de hambre» |
Dije: «Lobo gris, yo mismo estoy preocupado |
Porque tengo esposa e hijos doce» |
Y el viejo lobo gris hizo la gran carrera |
Me hizo saltar y se me cayó el arma |
Tomé mi arma y la tiré al pozo |
Lleva el alma del viejo lobo gris al infierno |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
Bueno, el viejo lobo gris vuelve corriendo al molino. |
He visto a mi cerdo colgando de sus talones |
Llenó su vientre del charco de sangre |
Luego agarró mi cerdo y se dirigió a casa. |
Bueno, corrí por mi casa y desperté a mis hijos |
Le dije a mi esposa lo que hizo el lobo gris |
Y la anciana gritaba y los niños gritaban |
Se iluminaron sobre el rastro del lobo gris |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
'Antes del amanecer lo seguimos a casa |
En una gran cueva grande donde vagan los murciélagos |
Envié a mi esposa e hijos en |
Esperé afuera en el viento del norte |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
Primero voló la nariz del lobo gris |
Luego salió volando su ropa de domingo |
Luego navegó su cabello y se escondió |
Y luego salen mis hijos y mi esposa |
Todo el mundo tenía un sándwich en la mano. |
Cada chica tenía una rebanada de jamón de Virginia |
Mi esposa tenía un hambone liso y largo. |
Nos resbalamos y resbalamos todo el camino a casa |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
Bueno, llegamos a casa, saltamos en la cama |
Tiramos de las sábanas sobre nuestra cabeza |
Nos reímos de ese lobo y lamimos el hueso |
Y esta es la última canción del cerdo salvaje |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
Y un hey piggy, corre |
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