Fum, Fum, Fum
(Catalan: [ˈfum ˈfum ˈfum]) is a
traditional Catalan Christmas Carol.
It is thought to have originated
in the 16th or 17th century. The word "fum" means smoke in Catalan,
and it may simply refer to the smoke rising from a chimney as seen from afar,
or, as indicated in the New Oxford Book of Carols, "may imitate the sound
of a drum (or perhaps the strumming of a guitar)". It is not typical of
Spanish tradition but rather of Catalan tradition. Webster's Revised Unabridged
Dictionary (1913) defines "fum" as "to play upon a fiddle,"
quoting Ben Jonson, "Follow me, and fum as you go."
English Version
On December five and twenty
fum, fum, fum.
On December five and twenty,
fum, fum fum.
Oh, a child was born this night
So rosy white, so rosy white
Son of Mary, virgin holy
In a stable, mean and lowly,
fum, fum, fum.
On December five and twenty
fum, fum, fum.
On December five and twenty
fum, fum, fum.
Comes a most important day
Let us be gay, let us be gay.
We go first to church and then we
Have the sweetest buns and candy,
fum, fum, fum, fum, fum.
God will send us days of feasting
fum, fum, fum.
God will send us days of feasting
fum, fum, fum.
Both in hot months and in cold
for young and old, for young and
old.
We will tell the holy story
Ever singing of his glory,
fum, fum, fum.
Catalan Version
A vint-i-cinc de desembre
fum, fum, fum
A vint-i-cinc de desembre
fum, fum, fum
Ha nascut un minyonet
ros i blanquet, ros i blanquet;
Fill de la Verge Maria,
n'és nat en una establia.
Fum, fum, fum.
Allí dalt de la muntanya
fum, fum, fum
Allí dalt de la muntanya
fum, fum, fum
Si n'hi ha dos pastorets
abrigadets, abrigadets;
amb la pell i la samarra,
menjant ous i botifarra.
Fum, fum, fum.
Qui dirà més gran mentida?
Fum, fum, fum
Qui dirà més gran mentida?
Fum, fum, fum
Ja en respon el majoral
el gran tabal, el gran tabal;
jo en faré deu mil camades
amb un salt totes plegades.
Fum, fum, fum.
A vint-i-cinc de desembre
fum, fum, fum
A vint-i-cinc de desembre
fum, fum, fum
n'és el dia de Nadal,
molt principal, molt principal,
quan n'eixirem de matines,
farem bones escudines.
Fum, fum, fum.
Déu vos do unes santes festes
fum, fum, fum
Déu vos do unes santes festes
fum, fum, fum
amb temps de fred i calor,
i molt millor, i molt millor
fent-ne de Jesús memòria
perquè ens vulgui dalt la glòria.
Fum, fum, fum.
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