Macavity’s a mystery cat, he’s called the hidden paw
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the law
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity’s not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
But when you reach the scene of crime Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again Macavity’s not there!


Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunked in
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed
He sways his head from side to side with movements like a snake
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake


Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime’s discovered then Macavity’s not there!


He’s outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard’s
And when the larder’s looted or the jewel case is rifled
Or when the milk is missing or another peke’s been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There’s the wonder of the thing Macavity’s not there!


Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
What ever time the deed took place Macavity’s not there!


And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
Just controls the operations: the Napolean of crime!


Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
He’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime’s discovered then Macavity
Macavity, Macavity, Macavity


When a crime’s discovered then Macavity’s not there!

Tu non credere perche
Questa crudelta di padroni
Ha visto in me
Solo una cagna che
Mi mett’ anch’
Io alla tua catena

Se attraverso la citt?
Questa ipocrita, tua citt?
Il corpo mio
Che passa tra di voi
Eun invettiva contro la vilt?


Tu ritroverai con me
La pi? splendida propriet?
Un attimo di sole sopra noi
Alla ricerca di te

The translation:

The Lady Caliph
You do not believe, because
The owners’ cruelty
Has seen in me
Only a dog that
Also ties herself
To your chain.


If through the city,
This, your hypocritical city,
My body
That passes amidst of you all
Is a cry of anger against cowardice.


With me you will find once more
The most splendid place,
A moment of sunshine over all of us,
In search of you.

Beauty is in the garden of love,
Beauty is in the garden of love.
There she has lain for a month or five weeks.
Laridondon, laridondaine.


Her father seeks her everywhere,
Her father seeks her everywhere.
Her lover is broken-hearted.
Laridondon, laridondaine.


“Shepherd, o shepherd, have you not seen,
Shepherd, o shepherd, have you not seen,
My beloved pass by here?
Laridondon, laridondaine.


“She is down in yonder valley,
She is down in yonder valley,
recounting her woes to a bird.”
Laridondon, laridondaine.


The beautiful bird has flown,
The beautiful bird has flown,
And sorrow carries him far away.
Laridondon, laridondaine.

La belle est au jardin d’amour,
La belle est au jardin d’amour.
Il y a un mois ou sinq semaines.
Laridondon, laridondaine.

Son p?re la cherche partout,
Son p?re la cherche partout.
Son amoureux qui est en peine.
Laridondon, laridondaine.


“Berger, berger, n’as tu point vu,
Berger, berger, n’as tu point vu,
Passer ici celle que j’aime?”
Laridondon, laridondaine.


“Elle est l?-bas dans ce vallon,
Elle est l?-bas dans ce vallon,
? un oiseau conte ses peines.”
Laridondon, laridondaine.


La bel oiseau s’est envol?,
La bel oiseau s’est envol?,
Et le changrin bien loin emm?ne.
Laridondon, laridondaine.

I am going to like it here.
There is something about the place,
An encouraging atmosphere,
Like the smile on a friendly face.

There is something about the place,
So caressing and warm it is,
Like the smile on a friendly face,
Like a port in the storm it is.
So caressing and warm it is,
All the people are so sincere,
Like a port in the storm it is,
I am going to like it here.


All the people are so sincere,
There’s especially one I like.
I am going to like it here,
It’s the father’s first son I like.
There’s especially one I like,
There is something about his face.
It’s the father’s first son I like,
He’s the reason I love the place.


There is something about his face,
I would follow him anywhere.
If he goes to another place …
I am going to like it there.


There is something about his face,
I would follow him anywhere.
If he goes to another place …
I am going to like it there.

Half a Moment
We are together
I shall want no one else
And nothing new
Half a Moment
I shall treasure
Keep it locked away
For some future rainy day

Should you leave me
for just this moment
In my mind I shall capture it anew
Like some picture
taken in my childhood
Half a Moment
spent with you

Half a moment
I shall treasure
Keep it locked away
For some future rainy day

Countless vivid memories
Spin before my view
Like some toy kaliedoscope
Images of you

Time looks kindly
On fleeting lovers
They can turn the briefest hour
In to a day
Turn a moment
to a lifetime
Making it to last
Blending future with the past

We’re together
What else can matter?
Even though
A half a moment is too few
I shall save it
’til I have another
Making one whole moment
Filled with you

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid singing in the valley below;
“O don’t deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?”

“O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I’ve culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
O don’t deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?”


“Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,
Remember the bow’r where you vow’d to be true;
O don’t deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?”


Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,
Thus sung the poos maiden in the valley below;
“O don’t deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?”

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Pastr? d? d?la? l’a?o,
As ga?r? d? buon t?ms?
Dio lou ba?l?ro l?r?,
L?r? l?r? l?r? l?r? ba?l?ro l?.

Pastr? lou prat fa? flour,
Li cal gorda toun troupel.
Dio lou ba?l?ro l?r?,
L?r? l?r? l?r? l?r? ba?l?ro l?.


Pastr? couci fora?,
En obal io lou bel riou!
Dio lou ba?l?ro l?r?,
L?r? l?r? l?r? l?r? ba?l?ro l?.

Shepherd across the river,
You’re hardly having a good time,
Sing ba?l?ro l?r?
No, I’m not,
And you, too, can sing ba?l?ro

Shepherd, the meadows are in bloom.
You should graze your flock on this side,
Sing ba?l?ro l?r?
The grass is greener in the meadows on this side,
Ba?l?ro l?r?


Shepherd, the water divides us,
And I can’t cross it,
Sing ba?l?ro l?r?
Then I’ll come down and find you,
Ba?l?ro l?r?