I know well the English coast
from which we see Brittany.
I am not Paimpolaise*—
I was born in London.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
fishing for shrimp.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
catching the little fish.
When I go fishing for shrimp,
I put on my little round hat.
If my friends saw my head,
they would say it looks like London.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
fishing for shrimp.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
catching the little fish.
The big fogs of the Thames
are not good for the lungs,
and I feel sorry for my sister Eloïse
staying in London.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
fishing for shrimp.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
catching the little fish.
Between France and England
when they will have finished their bridge,
I can fish without worrying
from Paris to London.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
fishing for shrimp.
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
catching the little fish.
rum pum pum pum pum
yah pum pum pum pum
rum pum pum pum pum
yada da da di da da
In London, London—
in London, London—
in London, London—
catching the little fish.