Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Sep 24 - 11:29 AM

Last Monday, Jim Lucas sang "Ličko Kolo - Pjevaj mi, pjevaj, sokole"

About kolo (dance) Wikipedia.
About ličko kolo (Silent Kolo): Folkdance Footnotes, The Society of Folk Dance Historians (SFDH), Vitrifolk

PJEVAJ MI, PJEVAJ, SOKOLE (Croatian*) 1 Pjevaj mi, pjevaj, sokole Šalaj sokole 2 K'o što si sinoč pjevao Šalaj pjevao 3 Pod moje drage pendžerom Šalaj pendžerom 4 Moja je draga zaspala Šalaj zaspala 5 Studen joj kamen podmako Šalaj podmako 6 Ja sam joj kamen izmako Šalaj izmako 7 A svoju ruku podmako Šalaj podmako

LIČKO KOLO - SING FOR ME; SING, FALCON an approximate translation 1 Sing for me; sing, Falcon. 2 As you sang last night. 3 Under my love's window. 4 My love was sleeping. 5 Hard was the stone underneath [her head]. 6 I took away the stone. 7. And I placed my own arm underneath.

*Google Translate gives the language as Croatian. The translation into Serbian is slightly different but a part of Serbia speaks the Croatian variety of the language. For those interested in the language(s) of the area, read Wiki article about Serbo-Croatian.

Recording by Dobrivoje Pavlica
Recording by Zlatko Pejakovi?
Live rendition by a men choir at 5:30 -a concert well worth to listen (1:05:11)
"Pjevaj mi sokole" Bethsnotes sheet music



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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Sep 24 - 02:10 PM

"Sur la route de Dijon" is a military march from the 17th or 18th century, which became very popular in France in the 19th century. It was taken up by the military during the colonial wars.
The children's version generally removes the verse "Parait que tout le bataillon/La belle digue di/La belle digue don/Consola la Marjolaine" because of the bawdy nature of this passage, as you can hear in this rendition
Tradition has it that this is the Sainte-Anne Fountain, which was once outside the Dijon urban area and formed a charming stream that flowed into the Ouche river (tributary to the Saône, itself a tributary to the Rhône).

SUR LA ROUTE DE DIJON (French) [Sur la route de Dijon, La belle, diguedi, la belle, diguedon,] (x2) Il y avait une fontaine, la diguedondaine, Il y avait une fontaine, aux oiseaux, aux oiseaux. [Près d'elle un joli tendron La belle, diguedi, la belle, diguedon] (x2) Pleurait comme une madeleine, la diguedondaine, Pleurait comme une madeleine, aux oiseaux, aux oiseaux Par là passe un bataillon…. Qui chantait à perdre haleine, la diguedondaine... Belle, comment vous nomme-t-on ? On me nomme Marjolaine.. Marjolaine c'est un doux nom, S'écria-t-un capitaine... Marjolaine qu'avez-vous donc ? Messieurs j'ai beaucoup de peine... Paraît que tout l' bataillon, Consola la Marjolaine... Si vous passez par Dijon, Allez boire à la fontaine...

ON THE ROAD TO DIJON [On the road to Dijon, The beauty, diguedi, the beauty, diguedon,] (x2) There was a fountain, the diguedondaine There was a fountain, to/with birds, to/with birds [By it a pretty young girl The beauty, diguedi, the beauty, diguedon,] (x2) Was crying her eyes out, la diguedondaine, Was crying her eyes out, to birds, to birds A battalion passed by, Singing breathlessly, the diguedondaine... Beauty, what do they call you? They call me Marjolaine "Marjolaine is a sweet name", A captain exclaimed… Marjolaine what's wrong with you/what ails you? Gentlemen, I am in great sorrow/grief... People say that the whole battalion, Consoled Marjolaine... If you pass by Dijon, Go drink from the fountain...

"diguedi, diguedon, la diguedondaine" have no meaning.
Recording by Les Quatre Barbus et Lucienne Vernay
Sur la route de Dijon YouTube page.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Sep 24 - 02:32 PM

DAUNA DE LA MAISON (Occitan -Gascon dialect) Adishatz, dauna de la maison, Lo topin, la culhèra e lo caudron, Ont ei la vòsta hilha Lo topin e la gran' grilha. Sabètz pas perqué e soi vienut? Lo topin, la culhèra, lo bisagut, Pr'evs demandar Catrina Lo topin e la terrina. Catrina e's marida pas d'enguan, Lo topin, la culhèra, lo cuu deu can, Que n'ei tròp soenhoseta* Lo topin e l'escauheta. Ont es lo mèste de la maison Lo topin, la culhèra e lo caudron Ont es anat lo mèste? Lo topin e la casseta Lo mèste qu'es entau mercat Lo topin, la culhèra e lo grand plat Crompar 'n sac de vaishèra Lo topin e la caudèra E quan lo mèste qu'es arribat Lo topin, la culhèra e lo gran plat Qu'am lo galant de Catrina Lo topin e la terrina Li èi dit "Catrina 's marida pas, Lo topin, la culhèra et lo gran plat, Que n'es tròp soenhoseta * Lo topin e l'escauhèta Era que hèi nòsta foncion Lo topin la culhèra e lo caudron Que'ns lava la vaishèra Lo topin e l'escudèra Era que hèi nòsta foncion Lo topin la culhèra e lo caudron Com' hèi sa prauba mèra Lo topin e l'escudèra.

MISTRESS OF THE HOUSE Good morning, mistress of the house, The pot, the spoon and the caldron, Where is your daughter, The pot and the large grill Don't you know why I've come? The pot, the spoon, the adze, To ask you for Catherine[to marry her], The pot and the oven dish Catherine won't marry this year, The pot, the spoon, the dog ass, For she's too diligent, The pot and the bed warmer/warming pan. Where is the master of the house? The pot, the spoon and the caldron, Where has the master gone? The pot and the ladle. The master has gone to the market The pot, the spoon and the large dish To buy a bag of tableware, The pot and the kettle And when the master arrived The pot, the spoon and the large dish, Here's Catherine's beau, (lit. "we have C.'s beau") The pot and the oven dish I told him "Catherine won't marry, The pot, the spoon and the large dish For she's too diligent, The pot and the bed warmer/warming pan. She does our service, The pot, the spoon and the caldron, She washes the tableware for us The pot and the bowl, She does our service, The pot, the spoon and the caldron, Like her poor mother does, The pot and the bowl.

This is the original word that can be found in a version of the song collected in 1912 in La chanson populaire et la vie rurale des Pyrénées à la Vendée by Sylvian Trébucq and spelled "soignousette". You can hear it sung now as "sen-yausépe" (or the like) as was collected by Félix Arnaudin (1844-1921) in his "Chansons populaires de la Grande Lande, t 2" that was still unpublished when he died and was first published in 1970 (so unavailable online). The words have no meaning per se and can only be the result of a mishearing of "soignousette" (pronounced /swεɲuzεtə/ -something like "swenyoozehteh"), a Gascon diminutive of the French "soigneuse" (diligent, meticulous, careful) written in French spelling norm.
So, the masters wouldn't allow Catrina to get married because they'd have lost a too good housemaid!

Recording by Rosina de Pèira e Martina

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 30 Sep 24 - 02:30 PM

LILY (French) © 1977 Pierre Perret (1934 - ) On la trouvait plutôt jolie, Lily Elle arrivait des Somalies, Lily Dans un bateau plein d'émigrés Qui venaient tous de leur plein gré Vider les poubelles à Paris Elle croyait qu'on était égaux, Lily Au pays d'Voltaire et d'Hugo, Lily Mais, pour Debussy, en revanche Il faut deux noires pour une blanche Ça fait un sacré distinguo Elle aimait tant la liberté, Lily Elle rêvait de fraternité, Lily Un hôtelier, rue Secrétan Lui a précisé, en arrivant Qu'on ne recevait que des Blancs Elle a déchargé des cageots, Lily Elle s'est tapée les sales boulots, Lily Elle crie pour vendre des choux-fleurs Dans la rue, ses frères de couleur L'accompagnent au marteau-piqueur Et quand on l'appelait Blanche-Neige, Lily Elle se laissait plus prendre au piège, Lily Elle trouvait ça très amusant Même s'il fallait serrer les dents Ils auraient été trop contents Elle aima un beau blond frisé, Lily Qui était tout prêt à l'épouser, Lily Mais, la belle-famille lui dit "Nous n'sommes pas racistes pour deux sous Mais on veut pas de ça chez nous" Elle a essayé l'Amérique, Lily Ce grand pays démocratique, Lily Elle aurait pas cru sans le voir Que la couleur du désespoir Là-bas, aussi ce fût le noir Mais, dans un meeting à Memphis, Lily Elle a vu Angela Davis, Lily Qui lui dit "viens, ma petite sœur" "En s'unissant, on a moins peur" "Des loups qui guettent le trappeur" Et c'est pour conjurer sa peur, Lily Qu'elle lève aussi un poing rageur, Lily Au milieu de tous ces gugus Qui foutent le feu aux autobus Interdits aux gens de couleur Mais, dans ton combat quotidien, Lily Tu connaîtras un type bien, Lily Et l'enfant qui naîtra, un jour Aura la couleur de l'amour Contre laquelle on ne peut rien On la trouvait plutôt jolie, Lily Elle arrivait des Somalies, Lily Dans un bateau plein d'émigrés Qui venaient tous de leur plein gré Vider les poubelles à Paris

LILY They found her quite pretty, Lily She came from Somalia, Lily In a boat full of immigrants Who all came of their own free will To empty the trash in Paris She believed we were all equal, Lily In the land of Voltaire and Hugo, Lily But, for Debussy, on the other hand Two black (notes) are needed to make a white (note) That's quite a difference She loved freedom so much, Lily She dreamed of brotherhood, Lily A hotelkeeper on Secrétan street Made it clear to her upon arrival That only white people were accepted She unloaded crates, Lily She took on the dirty jobs, Lily She shouts to sell cauliflowers In the street, her brothers of color Accompany her with a jackhammer And when they called her Snow White, Lily She fell no more for the trap, Lily She found it very funny Even if she had to grit her teeth They would have been too happy She loved a handsome curly blond, Lily Who was ready to marry her, Lily But the in-laws told him We're not racist in the slightest But we don't want that in our family. She tried America, Lily This great democratic country, Lily She wouldn't have believed if she hadn't seen it That the color of despair Was black there too But, at a meeting in Memphis, Lily She saw Angela Davis, Lily Who told her 'come, my little sister By uniting, we are less afraid Of the wolves that stalk the trapper And to ward off her fear, Lily She also raises a defiant fist, Lily In the midst of all these clowns Who set fire to buses Forbidden to people of color. But in your daily struggle, Lily You will meet a good guy, Lily And the child who will be born, one day Will have the color of love Against which nothing can be done They found her quite pretty, Lily She came from Somalia, Lily In a boat full of immigrants Who all came of their own free will To empty the trash in Paris

1979's live rendition by Pierre Perret
2015's live rendition by Back to Index