C’è una locanda, un’allegra locanda,
Sotto un vecchio colle grigio,
Ove la birra è così scura,
Che anche l’Uomo della Luna
E’ sceso un giorno a berne un sorso.
Lo stalliere ha un gatto brillo,
Che suona un violino a tre corde;
Su e giù scorre l’archetto,
Stridulo a volte, a volte cheto,
Ed a volte solo un trillo.…
And O! the row of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there’s a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
dish and a spoon on the table danced,
he cow in the garden madly pranced,
and the little dog chased his tail.…
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there’s good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs unlit he chokes.
They also keep a horned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.…
