Guantanamera

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Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Guantanamera – The Sandpipers

Joan Baez – Guantanamera

Al die willen te kaap’ren varen

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Al die willen te kaap’ren varen
Moeten mannen met baarden zijn
Jan, Piet, Joris en Corneel
Die hebben baarden, die hebben baarden
Jan, Piet, Joris en Corneel
Die hebben baarden, zij varen mee

Al die ranzige tweebak lusten,… zij varen mee
Al die deftige pijpkens smoren,… zij varen mee
Al die met ons de walrus kelen,… zij varen mee
Al die de dood en de duivel niet duchten,… zij varen mee

Moderne varianten:

Al die willen de mast beklimmen … zij klimmen mee.
Al die willen de was ophangen … zij hangen mee.
Al die willen de piepers schillen … zij schillen mee.

Cockles and mussels

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In Dublin’s fair city, where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Now she was a fishmonger, and it sure no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they each wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!