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Song in praise of salt cod
Toni is a retired fish porter in Barcelona harbour. I’ve lifted more weights than Arnol Shawarthanega, he says, and now I’m going to walk all day. Here’s a song he sings:
mátame con bacalao
no lo pongas en remoco
que a mi me gusta selao
Slightly tweaked:
I’d prefer to die by cod
Keep it well away from water
Salted cod is fit for God.
I don’t know the origins of this or whether longer or substantially modified versions exist. Certainly it turns up on Mallorca and as far away as Bolivia, courtesy of Galicians.
Update
It also turns up in Juan Apapucio Corrales, Crónicas político-doméstico-taurinas (1938):
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22 July 2006 at 2:53 PM
Thanks for the info about “No me mates con tomates” Does anyone have a copy of a poem which goes “Alla por la noche callada asi me oyes mejor, amame mucho, asi amo yo”
I can’t really remember it ut it is something like this. It’s been driving me crazy trying to remember it!
22 July 2006 at 9:54 PM
Allá en la noche callada
para que se oiga mejor…
allá en la noche callada
para que se oiga mejor…
ámame mucho que así amo yo
ámame mucho que así amo yo.
Canta el ruiseñor sus penas,
ay si… ay no…
canta el ruiseñor sus penas
con melancólica voz,
ámame mucho que así amo yo,
ámame mucho que así amo yo.
No creas que por que canto
tengo el corazón alegre
no creas que porque canto
tengo el corazón alegre,
ámame mucho que así amo yo,
ámame mucho que así amo yo.
Yo soy como el pobre cisne
ay si… ay no…
yo soy como el pobre cisne
que canta cuando se muere,
ámame mucho que así amo yo,
ámame mucho que así amo yo.
Yo canto el cantar eterno
que es el cantar mas sentido
yo canto el cantar eterno
que es el cantar mas sentido
ámame mucho que así amo yo,
ámame mucho que así amo yo.
Porque sus notas consuelan
ay si… ay no…
porque sus notas consuelan
a mi pecho dolorido,
ámame mucho que así amo yo,
ámame mucho que así amo yo.
7 October 2006 at 2:40 PM
Hey thanks so much that’s very kind of you!
Greg
27 October 2006 at 5:35 PM
3 generations of my family have been singing this song for years at family gatherings, drinking binges and such. It brings me great satisfaction to know that other people have heard it, this is awesome.