By the Storytellers of St Vincent de Paul
Jesmond, nice name
or Joseph, or Jimmy, they're all nice
He came from Hal Luqa, or from San Gorg
That's what they used to say
that 'he arrived from a boat' (old saying)
He's got a sweet family.
We had four.
He wants to go to his mum.
I want to go abroad,
I want to go to England
next to the sea, as he likes to swim.
He will grow up to be a professor
He's in a purse, or a bag
He will grow to be a captain, or a Policeman
I like that job.
or fermenting wine, like I used to do.
He's having a laugh,
He's enjoying himself
The bag has a handle here, and another at the back
(it doesn't show)
one of his hands is holding the bag
He's taking his milk
He's still young
Or a piece of bread
'That small, definitely not!'
Looking for his mum
to be breastfed.
If he would be a bit older, he would eat meat.
'Mine all like meat'
When he starts walking, he grabs onto things.
He likes fighting with his siblings
his first steps, he gets up holding onto things
and whatever he finds, ends up in his mouth.
I'm the eldest, there are another 11 after me.
He sleeps everywhere around Malta
as everyone is the same.
Oh, how I looked after my siblings -
We didn't used to find any toys, or food to buy
My mother used to worry, poor love.
It was a sunny day, it was warm
as he's not wearing clothes
'she wouldn't leave him like that if it was cold
she wouldn't leave him unclothed'
He started walking
He couldn't walk yet
He started crying for food, to drink
'Mum please give me a piece of bread - but where can I get that from?'
He went off in the direction of Home
He's going to his mummy so that she feeds him
'When she used to send me shopping, I would ask for a piece of bread before'
Jesmond, sabih tant,
jew Joseph, jew Jimmy, Kollha sbieh...
Gie minn Hal Luqa, minn San Gorg
Hekk kienu jghidu
li 'gie minn fuq vapur'
Ghandu familja helwa hafna.
Ahna kelna 4.
Ghand il-mummy irrid imur.
Irrid inmur l-Ingilterra
Fejn il-Bahar - ihobb jghum
Ha jsir professur
Go portmoni jew baskett qieghed -
Ha jsir kaptan, jew Pulizija
ghax joghgobni dak ix-xoghol..
Jew jiffermenta l-inbid, ghax hekk ghamilt jien.
Qed jiehu gost
il-baskett fih widna l-hawn, u wahda warajh
(ghax ma tidhirx)
Wahda minn idu qed izomm il-baskett
Jew bicca hobz
'Dak id-daqs le'
ifittex lil ommu
Jekk ikun naqra ikbar jiekol il-laham
'Tieghi jiekluh il-laham'
Meta jitlaq jimxi, idur ghal affarijiet.
Ihobb jiggieled ma hutu
l-ewwel jitlaq iqum mal-affarijiet.
U li jsib jitfghu f'halqu.
Jien il-kbir, u hdax ohra warajhha
Jorqod, f'Malta kollha
ghax kulhadd l-istess
''Kemm grejt bihom lil huti
Ma konniex insibu t-toys, jew ikel x'nixtru.
Il-mama kienet veru tinkwieta jahasra''
Kien il-bnazzi, kienet is-shana
ghax qieghed bla hwejjeg
'mhux ser thallih hekk jekk ikun il-bard -
mhux ser thallih imnezza'
Ma kienx ghadu jimxi
Beda jibki biex jiekol, biex jixrob
'Ma tini bicca hobz - imma dik minn fejn ser insibuha?'
Telaq fejn id-dar
Sejjer ghand il-mummy tieghu biex ittih jiekol.
''Meta kont inmur nixtri, kont nghidilha ittini bicca hobz qabel''