Lyrics of Dans les rochers de Beg-an-Fry - Thomas Fersen

Dans les rochers de Beg-an-Fry (original)

Dans les rochers de Beg-an-Fry
Habitait un très vieux homard
Il ne quittait pas son abri
Il ne quittait pas son plumard
Il avait un pantalon bleu
Dans lequel il mettait sa queue
Très apprécié des gastronomes
Les femmes aussi bien que les hommes
Il était un peu misanthrope
Cela se conçoit aisément
Il tenait à sauver son froc
Et sa queue naturellement
Il ne sortait pas de chez lui
Sauf à la faveur de la nuit
Dans les marées, dans les cuvettes
Il pinçait le cul des crevettes
Il pinçait le cul par surprise
Et de confusion je suppose
Certaines crevettes sont roses
Tandis que les autres sont grises
Il était un peu cannibale
Et cela semait la terreur
Il y voyait tellement mal
Qu’il mangea sa mère par erreur
Et à la faveur de la houle
Leur manière de plaisanterie
Il allait taquiner les moules
Dans les rochers de Ben-an-Fry
On lui proposait le lapin
Mais le homard n’en voulait pas
Il ne lui restait que trois dents
Qui branlaient avec le courant
Mais un jour il connu sa fin
Et sa queue fut très appréciée
Il entra au fond du casier
Prendre un petit verre de vin
Petit verre qu’on lui offrit
Dans les rochers de Beg-an-Fry
Puis je n’ai plus entendu parler de lui

(translation)

In the rocks of Beg-an-Fry
Lived a very old lobster
He didn't leave his shelter
He wouldn't leave his sack
He had on blue pants
In which he put his tail
Very popular with gourmets
Women as well as men
He was a bit of a misanthrope
It's easy to imagine
He wanted to save his pants
And his tail naturally
He didn't come out of his house
Except in favor of the night
In the tides, in the basins
He was pinching the prawns ass
He was pinching his ass by surprise
And confusion I guess
Some shrimp are pink
While the others are gray
He was a bit of a cannibal
And it sowed terror
He saw so badly
That he ate his mother by mistake
And in favor of the swell
Their way of joking
He was going to tease the mussels
In the rocks of Ben-an-Fry
He was offered the rabbit
But the lobster didn't want it
He only had three teeth left
Who jerked with the current
But one day he met his end
And his tail was much appreciated
He entered the bottom of the locker
Have a small glass of wine
Small glass offered to him
In the rocks of Beg-an-Fry
Then I heard no more from him