Glasgow Lullaby [Italian translation]

Hush wee babby, for yer daddy's comin' in

Stumblin' up the stairs and missin' every yin

Rotten wi' beer and stinkin' o' gin

He's drunk again – as usual

Chorus:

And oh my God, it's a weary, weary life

Who wid be a drinkin' man's wife

Who wid thole a' this trouble and this strife

Who but a silly woman

Hush wee babby, he's comin' in the door

Drunken big feet are skitin' over the floor

He's had a bucket, but he's thirstin' for more

He disnae ken when he's beaten

Hush wee babby, listen tae him sittin' there

Wi his bloodshot eyes and his tangled hair

Mooth fu' o' big talk and eyes fu' o' despair

And blaming me – as usual

Hush wee babby, fer yer daddy's gone tae bed

The morn he'll no' remember a' the things he said

But his tongue wis sharp and a' the wounds they bled

But then I'm used tae bleedin'

Hush wee babby and close yer weary eyes

Cuddle intae mammy and stop yer tired wee cries

And in the mornin' when ye decide tae arise

Yer mammy will be here waitin'

• Artist:Eric Bogle