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Macau Lullaby:

Macau Lullaby:

An old Macanese nursery rhyme, some versions with bawdy lyrics

Programme of Concert by Ligia Pinto Ribeiro and Prof Harry Ore at Clube de Recreio, 6 May 1950

National Anthem of Portugal        

Português

English

Heróis do mar, nobre povo,
Naçao valente, imortal,
Levantai hoje de novo
Os esplendor de Portugal
Entre as brumas da memória.
Ó Pátria sente-se a voz
Dos teus egrégios avós
Que há-de guiar-te à vitória.
Heroes of the sea, noble people,
Valiant and immortal nation,
Raise once again today
The splendour of Portugal!
Among the haze of memory,
Oh Fatherland, one feels the voice
Of your distinguished forefathers,
Who shall lead you to victory!

O refrão:

Chorus:
Às armas! Às armas!
Sobre a terra, sobre o mar!
Às armas! Às armas!
Pela Pátria lutar!
Contra os canhões marchar, marchar!
To arms, to arms!
Over land, over sea,
To arms, to arms!
For the Fatherland, fight!
Against the cannons, march on, march on!
Desfralda a invicta bandeira
À luz viva do teu céu
Brade à Europa à terra inteira
Portugal não pereceu!
Beija o solo teu jucundo
O oceano a rujir d’amor;
E o teu braço vencedor
Deu mundos novos ao mundo!
Hoist the undefeated flag,
In the lively light of your sky!
May Europe cry out to the whole Earth:
Portugal has not perished
Kiss your happy soil
The ocean, roaring with love,
And your victorious arm
Gave new worlds to the world!
Saudai o Sol que desponta
Sobre um ridente porvir;
Seja o eco de uma afronta
O sinal do ressurgir.
Raios dessa aurora forte
São como beijos de mãe,
Que nos guardam, nos sustêm,
Contra as injúrias da sorte.
Salute the Sun that rises
Over a gleeful future;
Let the echo of an offense
Be the sign for a comeback.
Rays of this strong dawn
Are like a mother’s kisses,
That keep us, sustain us,
Against the injuries of fate.

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Maria da Fonte

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The Portuguese members of the Hong Kong Volunteer Defence Corps adopted in Prisoner-of-War camp a rousing marching song, “Maria da Fonte”*. According to Luigi Gosano, the Japanese forbade the singing of any national anthem, so the Portuguese prisoners raised their spirits by singing instead “Maria da Fonte”. Les Fisher’s book, I will Remember p. 119, gives a slightly different account:

“The same evening the draft of 200 left for an unknown destination. As it left the lads gave three cheers for the camp commandant Honda, because he is the only one we have had who has been decent to us. As they left they sang a Portuguese marching song. Honda and all the guards then stood to attention thinking it was the national anthem.

 

*     Maria was a woman from the parish of Fontarcada in Portugal who sparked an uprising in the district of Minho, Portugal in 1846 against the unpopular policies of government minister António Bernardo da Costa Cabral. This led to the overthrow of the government. The Minho Revolution was named after her. Angelo Frondoni composed this tune which quickly gained popularity and is almost a second Portuguese national anthem.

 
 
 
 
Português
English
Viva a Maria da Fonte
Com as pistolas na mão
Para matar os cabrais
Viva Maria da Fonte
With pistols in hand
To kill the cabrais
Who betray the nation
É avante Portugueses
É avante não temer
Pela santa Liberdade
Triunfar ou perecer
Go forward, Portuguese
Advance, be not afraid
For sacred Liberty
To triumph or to perish
Viva a Maria da Fonte
A cavalo e sem cair
Com as pistolas à cinta
A tocar a reunir
Viva Maria da Fonte
On horseback with confidence
With pistols in your belt
To rally at the call
Lá raiou a liberdade
Que a nação há-de aditar
Glória ao Minho que primeiro
O seu grito fez soar
There dawned the liberty
Which the nation must extend
Glory to the Minho Revolution
That your cry first proclaimed

My thanks to Bosco Correa for initiating interest in this, to Gerry McDougall and Tony Jorge da Silva for research into the background, to Meno Baptista for relaying the story from Luigi Gosano, and to Peter Guterres for suggestions on translation. – HdA

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Unga casa macaista   

A popular traditional Portuguese song with Macanese lyrics.

Unga casa macaísta vôs olá
Têm carinho na pobréza
Si têm gente batê pórta pôde entrá
Vêm comê cô nos na mêsa
Genti pobre, genti rico sâ gostá
Cativá tudo visita
Masqui seza unga casita
Têm su chiste cô alegria
Tudo óra, tudo dia.
A Macanese house, you will find
Has love even in poverty
Anyone knocking on the door can enter
And eat with us at the table.
Both the poor and the rich like
to be charmed on every visit.
Although the house might be small
it is enlivened by joy
all the time, every day.
Mêsa cô toália bordado
Vaso di fûla na châm
Pisunto china bafado
Têm galinha, têm capám.
Porco balichám tamarinho
Vaca chaucháu maragoso:
Unga caneca cô vinho
Quanto bebinga sábrôso
Unga casa macaísta fazê vista
Sâ fazê vista unga casa macaísta
The table set with embroidered cloth
A flower pot on the floor
There is boiled Chinese ham
There is chicken, there is capon
Pork with tamarind and balichão
Beef stir-fried with bitter melon
A jug of wine
So many tasty puddings
A Macanese house is something to behold
Quite a sight is a Macanese house.
Siara-siara sabe abrí su coraçám
Lôgo ri pa tudo genti
Na janela sâ cherá mangericám
Fazê vôs ficá contente.
Tem biscoito cô ôbrêa na fontám
Camalénga feto dóci
Chá-co-sucri dóci-dóci
Tudo óra têm na mesa
Quim querê fazê fineza.
The ladies know how to open their hearts
They will laugh at all the people
At the window wafts the scent of basil
To lift your spirits.
There are wafer biscuits in the pantry
Candied winter melon
Tea sweetened with sugar
Is always at the table
Whoever wants to can be polite.
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