Le corsaire/Le grand coureur (Corsair/Le grand coureur)
The song gets two different titles but still, that’s the same one. And so, I translated it since Saltatio Mortis covered it.Knowledges:
- Do not mess up corsair or privateer with piracy. Pirate is outlaw, privateer acts with legacy.
- "Le grand coureur" is a boat name in the song. It means "The big racer" refering to "racing letter", one document given by the King, proving the legacy of the thing.The corsair, Le grand coureur
Is a cursed warship
When it goes cruising
To go hunting the English
The wind, the sea, the war
Lament against the French
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
It left Lorient
With nice sea and good wind
He sailed port
Sailing like a fish
One grain falls on its mast
Here,the corsair in pontoon
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
We had to mast again
And stab a lot again
Although the opening is coming
One ship’s appearance
With mantels,
Is reported at starboard
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
It was really an English
With double row of cannons
One merchant of sudden death
But the French doesn’t scare
For honour
Instead to move away
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
Cannonballs rain on us
We get ‘em back by assault
While Blackbeard's smoke
To our brave sailors
Into a big fog,
He escapes us fast
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
During 6 months,
We caught 3 ships.
one ship full of potatoes
is half capsized
A second ship’s full of savates
And the last one, full of manure
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
Fighting again,
We had in our meals
Vicia faba, rancid lard
Vinegar instead of wine
Rotten cookies yet
And camphor in the morning
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
Ending this sad charm,
We stopped at the port
Through that horrible misery.
When everyone's seen the defeat,
According the way from everyone
Everybody have run as they could
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
The captain and its second
Escaped on a cannon
The chief left on the big anchor
The clerk in his can
Oh, the sacred mad duffer
The thief rations
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
Needed to see the coq*
(don't know if we say so in english...(the cook guy on boat)And his galley and his hook
He started in the boiler
Like one ugly stew
Wind behind, he left
And landing in the fire of God
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
From our misadventure
The calker is the only one responsible.
Falling from the big top
Above the forecastle before
Bounced in the galley
And destroyed the vessel
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
If Le Grand Coureur story
Touched yr heart
So be nice
And pay us well
Wine, rack, beer
This way, we all could be happy.
Lets go, the lads cheerful, cheerful
Lets go, the lads cheerfully!
...Feel free to correct me...
