Ne li monti di Cuscione
(On the hills of Cuscione)

Corsican lullaby

Ne li monti di Cuscione
Ci era nata una zitella
E' lu so cara mammona
Li faccia la nannarella
E quand'ella l'annannava
Stu talentu li pricava

Addurmentati parpena
Allecrezza di mammoni
Chì aghju da allestì la cena
E' da cosge li piloni
Pà u to tintu babbarellu
E' pà li to fratillonni

Quandu andarete spusata
Purtarete li frineri
N'andarete incavalcciata
Cù tutti li mugliaccheri
Passarete insannicciata
A' caramusa imbuffata
On the hills of Cuscione
A little girl was born
And her dear grandmother
Cradled her tenderly
These are the wishes
She made as she rocked her

Sleep a little
Grandmother's joy
For I must prepare the supper
And sew cloaks
For your poor little father
And for your big brothers

When you get married
You will carry the distaffs
You will ride in majesty
On horseback with the
Men of honour
To the sound of bagpipes playing