Tommy Beavitt (Vysotsky translation) - It isnae over until it's over | Текст песни

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It isnae over until it's over!

For seven years we scoured the seven seas
And at our mast we flew the Jolly Roger
We learnt to mend our ship in storm or breeze
And if a plank were sprung, by Christ we’d bodge her!
The British navy’s firing shots across our bows 
The sea's dead calm; the crew is all hung-over
But our captain merely smiles at us and vows:
“It isnae over until it's over!”

The flagship frigate turned herself broadside
And smoke it started pourin frae her scuppers
Audaciously our cannons then replied
Destruction! Death! They’re singin’ for their suppers!
We've been through worse; it looks like oor luck's in
But storms are brewin’; and we're holed, moreover.
The captain bawls above the hellish din:
“It isnae over until it's over!”

Through telescopes, a hundred glarin’ eyes
Spy us grey an’ smoky frae our sallies
But they will never view us in the guise
Ae slaves chained up to oars in navy galleys!
We've been outgunned! Our ship is gaunnae sink!
We'll never get tae see the cliffs ae Dover!
But our captain does nae ever even blink!
- It isnae over until it's over!

Who wants tae live, who's merry, keep your grip -
Prepare yourself for vicious cutthroat fightin’!
We’ll let the rats get aff the sinkin’ ship -
We can dae wi’oot them at our ankles bitin’!
The rats were thinkin’ that the captain lied
Abandon ship! They all died sober!
But we heave to along the frigate's side.
It isnae over until it's over!

Knife tae cutlass, fist tae gullet, eye tae eye!
Lest we be food for octopus or conger,
Our pistols and our sabers make them cry, -
Their vessel’l no be floatin’ for much longer!
But it's not meant tae be, she’ll no gae doon
She'll carry us tae port – we'll be in clover
For the ocean never lets the sailor droon
Wha disnae say it's over… until it's over.

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