A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor Uma praga no reformatório, uma praga no pobre Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead Agora eu vou tocar o meu tambor até eu morrer Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter Ontem, uma febre, amanhã, São Pedro I'll beat on my drum until then. I'll beat on my drum until then. Eu vou tocar o meu tambor até lá. But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? Mas que melodia tirará o meu amor da cama dele? What melody will see him in my arms again? What melody will see him in my arms again? Que melodia o verá nos meus braços novamente? Set fire to foundation and burn out the station Set fire to foundation and burn out the station Atear fogo no fundamento e desgastar a estação You'll never get nothing of mine You'll never get nothing of mine Você nunca tirará nada de mim The pane of my window will flicker and billow The pane of my window will flicker and billow A vidraça da minha janela vai mover-se e formar ondas I won't leave a stitching behind I won't leave a stitching behind Eu não vou deixar nem um costurado para trás But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? Mas que melodia tirará o meu amor da cama dele? What melody will see him in my arms again? What melody will see him in my arms again? Que melodia o verá nos meus braços novamente? I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill Eu cantarei sobre as paredes do poço e a casa no topo da montanha I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill Eu cantarei sobre as garrafas de vinho que nós deixamos sobre o nosso antigo peitoril da janela I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older Eu cantarei sobre os anos que você vai desperdiçar ficando mais triste e velho Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold Oh amor, e o frio, o frio próximo