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The Orange and the Green

The Irish Rovers
Language: English

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Una presa in giro bella e buona sulla convivenza fra protestanti e cattolici in Irlanda.
La melodia è quella di una canzone dal tema serissimo, la The wearing of the green scritta all'epoca della sollevazione del 1798.
Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father he was orange and my mother she was green.

Oh my father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant was he,
My mother was a Catholic girl, from County Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father he was orange and my mother she was green.

Baptised by father Reilly, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened David Anthony, but still in spite of that,
To my father I was William while my mother called me Pat.

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father he was orange and my mother she was green.

With mother every Sunday to mass I'd proudly stroll,
Then after that the orange lads would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I played the flute or played the harp, depending where I was.

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father he was orange and my mother she was green.

One day my ma's relations came round to visit me,
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sittin' down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight,
And me being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father he was orange and my mother she was green.

Now my parents never could agree about my type of school,
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They both passed on, god rest them, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the orange and the green.

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father he was orange and my mother she was green.

Yes it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father he was orange and my mother she was green.

Contributed by Io non sto con Oriana - 2018/5/4 - 18:20



Language: Italian

Versione italiana di Io non sto con Oriana
L'arancio e il verde

Ah, il più gran miscuglio mai visto;
mio padre era arancio, mia madre verde.

Mio padre era dell'Ulster, un orgoglioso protestante.
Mia madre era una ragazza cattolica dalla contea di Cork.
Si sposarono in due chiese, e vissero abbastanza felici
finché non nacqui io e le cose peggiorarono abbastanza.

Ah, il più gran miscuglio mai visto;
mio padre era arancio, mia madre verde.

Dopo che padre Reilly mi ebbe battezzato mi portarono via di corsa con la macchina
a farmi diventare un piccolo orangista, l'orgoglio di mio padre.
Mi battezzarono David Anthony, ma nonostante questo
per mio padre ero Guglielmo, mia madre mi chiamava Pat[rizio].

Ah, il più gran miscuglio mai visto;
mio padre era arancio, mia madre verde.

Orgoglioso andavo tutte le domeniche a messa con mia madre,
dopo la messa, toccava agli orangisti cercare di salvarmi l'anima.
Tutte e due le parti dicevano che ero della loro, ma io ero furbo perché
suonavo il flauto oppure l'arpa, a seconda di dov'ero.

Ah, il più gran miscuglio mai visto;
mio padre era arancio, mia madre verde.

Un giorno vennero a farmi visita i parenti di mia madre,
proprio mentre c'era la famiglia di mio padre a prendere il tè.
Noi cercammo di calmare le acque, ma tutti quanti iniziarono a picchiarsi.
Io, assolutamente neutrale, picchiavo tutti quelli che vedevo.

Ah, il più gran miscuglio mai visto;
mio padre era arancio, mia madre verde.

I miei genitori non sarebbero mai riusciti ad accordarsi sulla scuola da farmi fare,
per cui ho studiato tutto a casa, ed è per questo che sono così scemo.
Adesso sono morti tutti e due, che Dio li riposi, ma mi hanno lasciato qui a vedermela
con questo orrendo problema cromatico dell'arancio e del verde.

Ah, il più gran miscuglio mai visto;
mio padre era arancio, mia madre verde.

Sì, il più gran miscuglio mai visto;
mio padre era arancio, mia madre verde.

Contributed by Io non sto con Oriana - 2018/5/4 - 18:28



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