Ha, hen Jonni Bucka, yth o ev heb gwreg
Hemma o da lowr mars o ev yn yagh teg
Hag unn jydh ev a gavas gre'ti
Rag y witha ev rag oll y vewnans di
Kana… my a breder, my a breder
Hen Jonni Bucka o bucka pur lowen
Ha Bucka fest lowen o ev Heb mar
Mestres Bucka, 'th esa garr koynt dhedhi
Yn-medh an medhek "dhe weli"
Dhe Jonni 'medh ev an dra ma
"Res yw ruttya an arr gans jenevra"
Kana… my a breder, my a breder
Hen Jonni Bucka o bucka pur lowen
Ha Bucka fest lowen o ev Heb mar
Pegh bras yw herwydh agan Jonni Bucka
Rag ruttya garr gans jenevra
Ev a dennas an stoppyer hag y dhowra der ousel
Ruttya garr gwreg gans an bottel
Kana… my a breder, my a breder
Hen Jonni Bucka o bucka pur lowen
Ha Bucka fest lowen o ev Heb mar
Now, hen Jonni Bucka y vugh a wrug godra
Mes ny wor ev fatel gul yndella
War an lost yn le an dethen eth y dhorn
Hag oll esa dhodho o kawgh y’n kelorn
Kana… my a breder, my a breder
Hen Jonni Bucka o bucka pur lowen
Ha Bucka fest lowen o ev Heb mar
Ha hen Jonni Bucka unn jydh a gerdhas
A-hys glann an avon ev a rosyas
Ev o godhas y'n dowr poran y’n kres
Nyns esa bucka vyth dhe denna an bucka 'mes
Kana… my a breder, my a breder
Hen Jonni Bucka o bucka pur lowen
Ha Bucka fest lowen o ev Heb mar
Duw 'wrug gwenen ha mel i a wra
Duw 'wrug tus hag i arghans da
Arghans a wra an jowl ha'n jowl a wra peghow
Res yw dhyn palas pytt ha gorra an bucka ynno
Kana… my a breder, my a breder
Hen Jonni Bucka o bucka pur lowen
Ha Bucka fest lowen o ev Heb mar
'Tho hen Jonni Bucka, a-ugh dhe nev ev eth
Devedhys hanter wosa eth
'Th esa Sen Peder, dhe’n yet sevys
'Medh ev, "Res yw dhis bucka 'ves ty re dhiwedhes"
Kana… my a breder, my a breder
Hen Jonni Bucka o bucka pur lowen
Ha Bucka fest lowen o ev Heb mar
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Old Johnny Bucca he lived by himself
As long as he had perfect health
Then one day he took a wife
To care for him for the rest of his life
Singing… I do believe, I will believe
Old Johnny Bucca was a gay old bucca
And a gay old bucca was he
Now old Mrs Bucca she had a bad leg
The doctor ordered her to bed
Called Johnny in and he says to him
"You'll have to rub your wife's left leg with gin"
Singing… I do believe, I will believe
Old Johnny Bucca was a gay old bucca
And a gay old bucca was he
Now old Johnny Bucca thought 't were a sin
To rub his wife's left leg with gin
He pulled out the stopper, poured it down his throttle,
Rubbed his wife's left leg with the bottle!
Singing… I do believe, I will believe
Old Johnny Bucca was a gay old bucca
And a gay old bucca was he
Now, old Johnny Bucca went for to milk his cow
But just how to do it, he knew not how
Instead of the udder, his hands found its tail
And all that he gathered was dung in his pail
Singing… I do believe, I will believe
Old Johnny Bucca was a gay old bucca
And a gay old bucca was he
Old Johnny Bucca went walking one day
Down by the river he happened to stray
Johnny fell in and he started to shout
There was no bucca there for to pull the bucca out
Singing… I do believe, I will believe
Old Johnny Bucca was a gay old bucca
And a gay old bucca was he
God made bees and bees made honey
God made man and man made money
Money made the Devil and the Devil made sin
We shall have to dig a pit for to put the bucca in
Singing… I do believe, I will believe
Old Johnny Bucca was a gay old bucca
And a gay old bucca was he
Johnny he died and he went to heaven
He got there about half past eleven
St. Peter met him at the gate
And said "Johnny Bucca, you're too bloody late!"
Singing… I do believe, I will believe
Old Johnny Bucca was a gay old bucca
And a gay old bucca was he
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