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Cachorrinho Marrom

Bill Staines

Little Brown Dog

Oh, I had me a little dog, the color it was brown.
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run.
His legs, they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide,
Around the world in half a day, and upon him I could ride.

Sing taddle-o-day, Sing taddle-o-day

I had me a flock of sheep, I thought they were all weathers,
Some times they yielded wool, sometimes they yielded feathers.
I think mine are the best of sheep, for yielding me increase,
For every full and change of the moon, they yield both lambs and geese.

Sing taddle-o-day, Sing taddle-o-day

Oh, I had me a little box, the color, it was green,
And in it were all the wonders that man had ever seen.
I put it in my pocket, I tied it with a cloth,
I cried and cried the day I found that it had been lost.

Sing…..

Oh, I had me a little hen, speckled, gay, and fair,
Oh, I set her on an oyster shell, She hatched me out a hare.
The hare, it sprang into a horse, fifteen handfuls high,
And he who tells a bigger tale will have to tell a lie.

Sing…..

Cachorrinho Marrom

Oh, eu tinha um cachorrinho, a cor dele era marrom.
Eu ensinei ele a assobiar, a cantar, dançar e correr.
As pernas dele tinham quatorze metros de comprimento, as orelhas tão largas,
Ao redor do mundo em meio dia, e eu podia montar nele.

Canta taddle-o-day, Canta taddle-o-day

Eu tinha um rebanho de ovelhas, achava que eram todas machos,
Às vezes elas davam lã, às vezes davam penas.
Acho que as minhas são as melhores ovelhas, por me darem aumento,
A cada lua cheia e nova, elas dão tanto cordeiros quanto gansos.

Canta taddle-o-day, Canta taddle-o-day

Oh, eu tinha uma caixinha, a cor, era verde,
E dentro dela estavam todas as maravilhas que o homem já viu.
Eu coloquei no meu bolso, amarrei com um pano,
Eu chorei e chorei no dia em que descobri que tinha se perdido.

Canta…..

Oh, eu tinha uma galinha, pintada, alegre e bonita,
Oh, eu a coloquei em uma concha de ostras, Ela me chocou uma lebre.
A lebre, ela virou um cavalo, quinze palmos de altura,
E quem contar uma história maior vai ter que contar uma mentira.

Canta…..

Composição: Jörgen Elofsson