Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Mar 22 - 04:20 AM

On Monday Joan Frankel sang...

DI ZAPOSHKELEKH (Yiddish) Traditional Farkoyfn di zaposhkelekh un forn oyf di droshkelekh, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn. Oy forn oyf di vagzolekhlekh, un farkoyfn fremde sholekhlekh, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy, ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn. Oy ezn on a tishele, un shlofn on a kishele, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy, ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn. Oy shlofn oyf di vagzolekhlekh un vashn fremde polekhlekh, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy, ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn.

THE BOOTS I would sell my boots And go on cabs Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird. I would go to the railroad station And sell scarves to strangers Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird. I would eat without a table, And sleep without a pillow Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird. I would sleep at the railroad station And wash strangers' floor Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird.

YIDDISH

די זאַפּאָשקעלעך

פֿאַרקױפֿן די זאַפּאָשקעלעך
און פֿאָרן אױף דידראָשקעלעך
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

אױ, פֿײַן אױף די װאַגזאָלעכלעך
און פֿאַרקױפֿן פֿרעמדע שאָלעכלעך
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

אױ, שלאָפֿן אָן אַ קישעלע
און עסן אָן אַ טישעלע
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

אױ, שלאָפֿן אױף די װאַגזאָלעכלעך
און װאַשן פֿרעמדע פּאָלעכלעך
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

Sheet music

Recording by The Klezmatics
Recording by The Klezmer Conservatory Band
Recording by Brave Old World
Live rendition by Bronya Sakina + The Junior Klezmer Orchestra (with Maxwell Street Klezmer Band)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Mar 22 - 02:15 PM

On March 7 Anne Coleman sang "Uist Tramping Song" in Scottish Gaelic and English. You'll find the English lyrics in the DT.

Here are the Gaelic lyrics taken from below the YouTube recording by Donald MacRae, from the album "Donald MacRae Sings".

NULL DO DH' UIBHIST

Chorus
Thugainn leam, thugainn leam, o hi rì 's o ho rò,
Thugainn leam, thugainn leam, o hi rì 's o ho rò,
Thugainn leam-sa thar na mara null do dh'Uibhist bheag nam beannaibh,
'S gheibh sibh mil ann agus bainne, thugainn leam, thugainn leam.

1- Tha a' ghrian anns an àird dheas is blàth ghaoth bhon iar,
Tha an lochan cho còmhnard 's cho stòlda san fhèath,
Tha tuinn mhara crònan an òrain bho chian,
A' tairgse dhuinn sòlais 's a' tàladh gach miann.

(Chorus)

2- Nuair a theirgeas an samhradh 's thig foghar an àigh
Bidh cruach air an achadh agus maorach san tràigh;
'S cha bhi sinn gun annlan gach ceann de na bhòrd
Fhad 's bhios breac anns an linne 's lacha riabhach air lòn.

(Chorus)

3- 'S a-nis, bhean mo ghràidh-sa, thoir dhòmhsa do làmh,
'S thèid sinn null don eilean far am faod sinn bhith tàmh,
Gun bhreislich, gun ghleadhraich, gun ùpraid, gun cheò,
'S bidh a' ghrian air an uinneig cumail tìm dhuinn air dòigh.

"Come Along" recording by The Corrie Folk Trio
"Come Along" recording by Ed Miller
Live rendition by the Scottish Gaelic Choir of Victoria (1st chorus in English, then chorus and verses 1 and 2 in Gaelic)

Sheet music + midi + pdf


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Mar 22 - 03:11 PM

Yesterday Joe Fineman sang Ach du lieber Augustin in German.
Dawn Berg sang "Beidh Aonach Amárach" in Irish Gaelic (See Felipa's post below).
Brendan O'Brien sang Dóchas linn Naomh Pádraig in Irish Gaelic.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 16 Mar 22 - 01:40 PM

a song in Irish Gaelic, BEIDH AONACH AMÁRACH, https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=171115

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 11 Apr 22 - 02:20 PM

on 21 March, Gen Whitt sang An Chuilfhíonn (modern spelling An Chúileann, English version The Coolin) in Irish Gaelic
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=45138

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 11 Apr 22 - 02:35 PM

on 21 March 2022, Linn Phipps sang Buain a' Choirce in Scottish Gaelic.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 04:43 PM

This is a remarkable collection of songs. I am a heretic when it comes to singing songs.
I don't think it has to interpreted by those who are exclusively from the culture. A good song is a good song. If you're singing a foreign song, it's respectful to get the pronunciation and the meanings of words right. But I have no problem with using different instruments and arrangements coming from a different culture. A lot of these songs could be sung with a five-string banjo accompaniment. I never had a problem with Pete Seeger singing a song in Spanish, Hebrew, German or African .....even Hungarian or Danish if you can master those difficult words.
Singers ought to be able to interpret songs their own way.

I must say that I had a problem with Eileen Farrell's attempt to sing the blues but that was due to her lack of understanding of that medium.

This thread is so important because a good song travels around the world and binds us as humanity together.

When we were with the Weavers, we were open to criticism because we were not from the cultural background of some of the foreign songs we sang. But we made a respectful attempt to understand the song and its environment.

When you think of it isn't this the folk process? A variant of a song comes from one part of the world and becomes a new song in another.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,diplocase
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 04:48 PM

Comment vouloir qu'une personne chante - How can you expect a person to sing?
earliest written copy 1555
singing of Gabriel Yacoub, "Anthologie de la chanson française - Des trouvères à la pléiade." You can also hear his version on YouTube.
translation by Casey [diplocase]

COMMENT VOULOIR QU'UNE PERSONNE CHANTE Comment vouloir qu'une personne chante Quand elle n'a pas son cœur en liberté ? Laissez chanter ceux que l'amour contente Et laissez-moi, et laissez-moi dans mon malheur pleurer Et laissez-moi, et laissez-moi dans mon malheur pleurer Pleurez, mes yeux, pleurez mon sort funeste J'ai tout perdu en perdant mon Iris Cruel destin, prenez ce qui me reste Et rendez-moi, et rendez-moi ce que vous m'avez pris Et rendez-moi, et rendez-moi ce que vous m'avez pris Prenez mon cœur et donnez-moi le vôtre Il est à vous, je ne prétends plus rien Mais si j'apprends que vous aimez un autre Tout aussitôt, tout aussitôt je reprendrai le mien Tout aussitôt, tout aussitôt je reprendrai le mien J'avais juré de n'aimer qu'une fille J'avais juré de la toujours aimer Quand je la vois, je passe mon martyre Quand je la vois, quand je la vois, je passe mon tourment Quand je la vois, quand je la vois, je passe mon tourment Que faudra-t-il, belle Iris, pour vous plaire ? Faut-il mon sang ? Il est prêt à couler Mais si mon sang ne peut vous satisfaire Faut-il ma mort ? Faut-il ma mort ? Vous n'avez qu'à parler Faut-il ma mort ? Faut-il ma mort ? Vous n'avez qu'à parler Après la mort, vous pleurerez, je jure Vous m'aimerez : ce ne sera plus temps Vous marcherez dessus ma sépulture En regrettant, en regrettant le plus fidèle amant En regrettant, en regrettant le plus fidèle amant.

HOW CAN YOU EXPECT A PERSON TO SING How can you expect a person to sing Without his heart be free? Those whom love makes happy, let them sing And leave me alone, in misery to weep. And leave me alone, in misery to weep. Weep, oh my eyes, weep for this, my fate In losing her, I have lost everything Fate, will you not come take what I have left, And give me back the thing you took from me? And give me back the thing you took from me? Give me your heart, and you take mine It belongs to you; I seek nothing more But if I learn that you love another In that very moment I will take it back. In that very moment I will take it back. I took a vow to love just one girl I swore to always love but only you Whenever I see her I’m in torment Whenever I see her I suffer anew Whenever I see her I suffer anew What will it take, lovely Iris, for to please you? Is it my blood? I'm ready for to bleed. But if my blood alone do not requite you Will you demand my death? Only speak the word. Will you demand my death? Only speak the word. After my death you'll weep for me, I swear it You’ll know you love me; it will be too late You’ll come and go above my grave Missing and wishing your loyal love to have Missing and wishing your loyal love to have

Literal translation (Monique)

How does anyone want a person to sing
When they don't have a free heart?
Let those that love makes happy, sing
And let me, and let me weep in my misfortune,
And let me, and let me weep in my misfortune.

Weep, my eyes, weep over my dreadful fate,
I lost everything by losing my Iris,
Dreadful destiny, take what I have left
And give me back, and give me back what you took from me,
And give me back, and give me back what you took from me,

Take my heart and give me yours,
It's yours, I don't claim anything more,
But if I find out that you love someone else
Right away, right away I'll take mine back,
Right away, right away I'll take mine back.

I'd sworn I'd love only one girl,
I'd sworn to love her forever,
When I see her, I suffer agony
When I see her, when I see her, I suffer my torment
When I see her, when I see her, I suffer my torment.

What will be needed, beautiful Iris, to please you?
Is my blood needed? It's ready to flow
But if my blood can't satisfy you,
Is my death needed? Is my death needed? You only have to speak out
Is my death needed? Is my death needed? You only have to speak out

After my death, you'll cry, I swear/bet
You'll love me, this time will be over,
You'll walk upon my grave
Regretting, regretting your (the) most faithful lover

Recording by Gabriel Yacoub
Live rendition by Luc Arbogast

Sheet music

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 05:00 PM

On March 21st Joe Fineman sang...

АХ ТЫ, НОЧЕНЬКА Ах ты, ноченька, Ночка темная, Ночка темная, Да ночь осенняя. С кем я ноченьку, С кем осеннюю, С кем тоскливую Коротать буду? Нет ни батюшки, Нет ни матушки, Только есть один Мил-сердечный друг. Только есть один Мил-сердечный друг, Да и тот со мной Не в ладу живет.

OH THOU, NIGHT... Oh thou, night The night is dark The night is dark Yes, autumn night. Who will I spend the autumn night with With whom? With whom Will I pass this dreary night? There is no father (I have no father left) There is no mother (I have no mother left) There is only one Dear friend. There is only one Dear friend, Yes, and the one with me Isn't in love with me.

Handwritten collection of Nikolai Petrovich Popov, 80s of the XIX century, Smolensk.

Lyrics & different translation
Two scores


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 05:21 PM

On March 21st I sang...

À LANDRY, PETIT VILLAGE (French -Savoie) (Traditional from Savoy) À Landry, petit village, y' a des fill's à marier (x2) Y a des fill's à marier dans la misère Qui voudraient s'y marier mais comment faire ? Ô ma mère, ma bonne mère, mes beaux jours s'en vont courant (x2) Mes beaux jours s'en vont courant c'est bien dommage Sans avoir aucun amant dans le village Ô ma fille prends patience, les amants ne manquent pas (x2) Les amants ne manquent pas dans le village Qui viendront te demander en mariage Ô ma mère, ma bonne mère, par quel chemin passeront-ils ? (x2) Les chemins sont si étroits et si rebelles Qu'ils se casseront le nez et la cervelle Les fill's se sont rassemblées, à la ville ell's sont allées (x2) Ell's ont ach'té des rubans et des dentelles Aussi des mouchoirs à la mode nouvelle À Landry, petit village, y' a des fill's à marier (x2) Y a des fill's à marier dans la misère Qui voulaient s'y marier, c'est dur à faire.

IN LANDRY, A SMALL VILLAGE In Landry, a small village, there are marriageable girls (x2) There are marriageable girls in poverty Who would like to get married but how to do so? O my mother, my good mother, my fine days are running out (x2) My fine days are running out, it's a shame Without having any lover in the village O my daughter be patient, lovers abound (x2) There is no shortage of lovers in the village Who will come to propose to you. O my mother, my good mother, by which way will they pass? (x2) The paths are so narrow and so dangerous That they will break their noses and their brains The girls gathered, they went to town (x2) They bought ribbons and laces Also new fashion handkerchiefs In Landry, a small village, there are marriageable girls (x2) There are marriageable girls in poverty Who wanted to get married there, it's hard to achieve!

Live rendition by Malicorne

Sheet music


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 05:47 PM

On March 28th I sang...

LE PARAPLUIE (French) © Georges Brassens (1921-1981) Il pleuvait fort sur la grand-route Elle cheminait sans parapluie J'en avais un, volé, sans doute Le matin même à un ami Courant alors à sa rescousse Je lui propose un peu d'abri En séchant l'eau de sa frimousse D'un air très doux, elle m'a dit "oui" Refrain Un petit coin de parapluie Contre un coin de paradis Elle avait quelque chose d'un ange Un petit coin de paradis Contre un coin de parapluie Je ne perdais pas au change, pardi* Chemin faisant, que ce fut tendre D'ouïr à deux le chant joli Que l'eau du ciel faisait entendre Sur le toit de mon parapluie J'aurais voulu, comme au déluge Voir sans arrêt tomber la pluie Pour la garder, sous mon refuge Quarante jours, quarante nuits (Refrain) Mais bêtement, même en orage Les routes vont vers des pays Bientôt le sien fit un barrage À l'horizon de ma folie Il a fallu qu'elle me quitte Après m'avoir dit grand merci Et je l'ai vue toute petite Partir gaiement vers mon oubli (Refrain)

THE UMBRELLA It was pouring on the main road/high way She was walking without an umbrella I had one, probably stolen The same morning from a friend Then running to her rescue I offer her some shelter. Drying the water from her little face With a very sweet air/Very sweetly she told me "yes" Chorus A small bit of an umbrella For a bit of paradise She was something of an angel A little bit of paradise For a bit of an umbrella I didn't lose on the exchange, of course Along the way, how tender it was To hark the pretty song together That the water of the sky made hear On the roof of my umbrella I would have liked, as in the Flood, Watch the rain fall nonstop To keep her under my refuge For forty days and forty nights (Chorus) But foolishly, even in a storm Roads go to countries Soon hers made a barrage To the horizon of my madness She had to leave me After saying many thanks And I saw her, so very little, Go cheerfully towards my oblivion (Chorus)

*"Pardi": euphemistic alteration of "pardieu" = by God

Lyrics + translation + notes. I already mentioned this very valuable site.

Live recording by Georges Brassens


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 06:27 PM

On April 4th I sang an alternate version of this song
(Original lyrics: Martin Cayla (1880-1951)
Music: Martin Cayla-Joseph Canteloube (1879 -1957)

LO MÈRLE (Occitan) (Alternate version) Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, lèva la coèta, Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, baissa lo cap. Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Tomba la vèsta, tomba la vèsta, Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Tomba la vèsta, baissa lo cap. Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Tomba la rauba, tomba la roba, Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Tomba la rauba, baissa lo cap. Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, baissa la coeta, Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, mès lèva lo cap.

THE BLACKBIRD When the blackbird jumps into the meadow, It raises its tails, it raises its tail, When the blackbird jumps into the meadow It raises its tails, it hangs its head. When the groom jumps into the meadow He removes his jacket, he removes his jacket, When the groom jumps into the meadow, He removes his jacket, he hangs his head. When the bride jumps into the meadow She removes her gown, she removes her gown, When the bride jumps into the meadow, She removes her gown, she hangs her head. When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail, it hangs its tail, When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail but raises its head.

You can hear this version at 30:08 of this "Los del Sauveterre" recording


Here are the original lyrics penned by Martin Cayla spelled in normalized spelling

Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, lèva la coèta, Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, baissa lo cap. Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, baissa la coeta, Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, mès lèva lo cap. Aval, darrièr nòstre ostal, Lo mèrle estifla, lo mèrle estifla, Aval, darrièr nòstre ostal, Lo mèrle estifla coma cal. Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Quita la vèsta, quita la vèsta, Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Quita la vèsta, baissa lo cap. Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Quita la rauba, quita la roba, Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Quita la rauba, escarta les braç. Quand se tròban totes dos, Quitan la vèsta, quitan la rauba, Quand se tròban totes dos Aquí se manjan de potons.

When the blackbird jumps into the meadow, It raises its tails, it raises its tail, When the blackbird jumps into the meadow It raises its tails, it hangs its head. When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail, it hangs its tail, When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail but raises its head Over there, behind our house, The blackbird whistles, the blackbird whistles Over there, behind our house, The blackbird whistles good and proper. When the groom jumps into the meadow He removes his jacket, he removes his jacket, When the groom jumps into the meadow, He removes his jacket, he hangs his head. When the bride jumps into the meadow She removes her dress/gown, she removes her dress/gown, When the bride jumps into the meadow, She removes her dress/gown and spreads her arms When they're alone (word for word. "they find themselves all two"), They remove their jacket, they remove their gown/dress When they're alone, There "they eat each other with kisses"(lit.!)

Here are some links to YouTube videos

sung

Played on a hurdy gurdy

sung

1st verse only (for obvious reasons) sung and played by K children


Sheet music here. Note: the sheet music is said to be "around" 1920 so the song might be in the public domain in the US. Here it isn't since Canteloube died in 1957, it'll fall in the PD in Jan. 2028. Another sheet music. For sale by AbeBooks so it might disappear one day or another.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Guest Joan F
Date: 14 Apr 22 - 09:03 AM

Monique is *not* giving the English translation to "Ketzele Faygele/Die Sapozkhelekh" the way I sang it but I don't have time to hunt-&-peck type it in from my tablet right now.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Frank Hamilton
Date: 17 Apr 22 - 05:04 PM

How can we find tunes for these songs other than buying a lot of recordings? Are there places to get the notes or an audio clip?

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 Apr 22 - 05:19 PM

You can find links to YouTube renditions/recordings at the bottom of each song. I also added links to sheet music if I could find them for free somewhere online (but not always!).

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 18 Apr 22 - 01:59 PM

JOAN DE LA RÈULA (Occitan) Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cofada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cofada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai cofada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal pintiada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal pintiada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai pintiada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal lavada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal lavada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai lavada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cauçada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cauçada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai cauçada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal aimada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal aimada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai aimada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser.

JOHN FROM LA RÉOLE John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly coiffed, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly coiffed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her coiffed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly combed, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly combed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her combed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly washed, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly washed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her washed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly shod, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly shod, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her shod, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly loved, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly loved, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her loved, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening.

Recording by Los Hardidets de Maseròlas
[Amateur singers record their own voice at home to a traditional Gascon song. The recordings are then grouped together to reconstitute a "cantere" (spontaneous songs sung by several people)]

Live rendition by Los Hardidets de Maseròlas
Played by Ensemble Instrumental des Landes - Cants Deu Sud

Sheet music

Gascon version:

Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau cohada Si jo l'avi, la cohari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la cohari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau pintiada Si jo l'avi, la pientari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la pientari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau lavada Si jo l'avi, la lavari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la lavari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau cauçada Si jo l'avi, la cauçari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la cauçari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau aimada Si jo l'avi, jo l'aimari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, jo l'aimari, tan lo ser com lo matin

John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly coiffed, If I had her, I'd coiff her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd coiff her, as much in the evening as in the morning. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly combed, If I had her, I'd comb her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd comb her, as much in the evening as in the morning. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly washed, If I had her, I'd wash her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd wash her, as much in the evening as in the morning John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly shod, If I had her, I'd shoe her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd shoe her, as much in the evening as in the morning John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly loved, If I had her, I'd love her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd love her, as much in the evening as in the morning.

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Subject: ADD: Na sera 'e maggio
From: Joe Offer
Date: 22 Apr 22 - 03:30 AM

Gayle Wade sang this, I think on April 18. She asked me to post the lyrics. Thanks, Gayle.

NA SERA 'E MAGGIO Quanno vien'a 'appuntamento guarde 'o mare, guard’altronne, si te parlo nun rispunne, staje distratta comm'a che. Io te tengo dint’o core, sóngo sempe 'nnammurato ma tu, invece, pienze a n'ato e te staje scurdanno 'e me Quanno se dice: "Sí!" tiènelo a mente Nun s'ha da fá murí nu core amante Tu mme diciste: "Sí!" na sera 'e maggio e mo tiene 'o curaggio 'e mme lassá?! St'uocchie tuoje nun só' sincere comm'a quanno mme 'ncuntraste, comm'a quanno mme diciste: "Voglio bene sulo a te " E tremmanno mme giuraste, cu na mano 'ncopp'o core: "Nun se scorda 'o primmo ammore! " Mo te staje scurdanno 'e me Quanno se dice: "Sí!" tiènelo a mente Nun s'ha da fá murí nu core amante Tu mme diciste: "Sí!" na sera 'e maggio e mo tiene 'o curaggio 'e mme lassá?!

ONE EVENING IN MAY When you come to our meeting You look at the sea, you look away [from me] If I speak to you, you don’t reply, Your thoughts are somewhere else. I hold you in my heart, I’m still in love with you, But you, on the other hand, are thinking of someone else And you’re forgetting about me. When you say ‘Yes’ Remember this You shouldn’t kill a loving heart. You said ‘Yes’ to me one evening in May And now you have the audacity to leave me! Those eyes of yours are not sincere As they were when you met me, As they were when you told me “I love only you” And, trembling, you swore to me With a hand upon your heart: “First love is never forgotten!” But now you are forgetting me. When you say ‘Yes’ Remember this You shouldn’t kill a loving heart. You said ‘Yes’ to me one evening in May And now you have the audacity to leave me!

Mario Lanza recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFIAwWNb72g
The 1937 Neapolitan song "'Na Sera 'e Maggio" (One Evening in May) by Giuseppe Cioffi [1901-1976] (music) and Gigi Pisano [1889-1973] (lyrics). Recorded by tenor Mario Lanza in Rome in December 1958. Franco Ferrara, conductor.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Stringsinger
Date: 22 Apr 22 - 11:28 AM

Hi Monique,

I don't know if you got this one.

Dans notre village chacun vie content
Dans notre village chacun vie content
Ler bergers chantant après le fin du leur ouvrage
Sont restant du jour bon faire l'amour.

It's on our album, the World of Frank and Valucha. I don't know if it's on YouTube.

In our little village we are happy.
The working people sing at the end of the day
And for the rest or the day, they make love.

I like to play and sing this on the banjo.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Apr 22 - 12:05 PM

Frank, you can hear it sung by kids here -it's the only one I could find. There's an early version collected in 1703 in Brunetes, tome 1, page 135 by Christophe Ballard and in a less old book (!!!...1889) "Chansons et rondes enfantines" by Jean-Baptiste Weckerlin page 70.
I do remember my mother singing the version in Weckerlin's "Chansons et rondes enfantines" so I never knew the "Dans notre village chacun vit content..." verses.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Apr 22 - 06:19 AM

On Monday Elsa sang Shalom Chaverim and Hevenu Shalom Aleichem.

SHALOM CHAVERIM

שלום חברים שלום חברים, שלום חברים שלום, שלום להתראות, להתראות שלום,שלום

PEACE, FRIENDS Peace, friends, peace, friends, Peace, peace Till (we) see (each other) again, till (we) see (each other) again, Peace, peace.

Transliteration

Shalom, chaverim.
Shalom, chaverim.
Shalom, shalom.
L'hitraot, l'hitraot,
Shalom, shalom.

Sheet music (+ translation, transliteration and Hebrew)
3-Part Mixed Choir arranged by Catherine Delanoy
Live rendition in Hebrew and English by The Manning Oaks Elementary School 4th and 5th Grade Chorus.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Apr 22 - 08:53 AM

HEVENU SHALOM ALEICHEM

הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום שלום שלום עליכם

WE BROUGHT PEACE ON YOU We brought peace on you* We brought peace on you We brought peace on you We brought peace, peace, peace on you *= you all, plural

Transliteration

hevenu shalom aleichem
hevenu shalom aleichem
hevenu shalom aleichem
hevenu shalom shalom shalom aleichem

We have all that + a sheet music + some comments/notes on Mama Lisa's World Hevenu Shalom Aleichem page.
Jerusalem Academy flashmob in Ben Gurion airport.
Recording by Fran Avni with pictures by Noam Chen -Hebrew lyrics and English translation embedded.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 24 Apr 22 - 04:11 PM

On Monday, Joan Frankel sang Adir Hu.

אַדִּיר הוּא אַדִּיר הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) בִּמְהֵרָה,בִּמְהֵרָה, בְּיָמֵינוּ בְּקָרוֹב. אֵל בְּנֵה, אֵל בְּנֵה, בְּנֵה בֵּיתְךָ בְּקָרוֹב. בָּחוּר הוּא, גָּדוֹל הוּא, דָּגוּל הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) הָדוּר הוּא, וָתִיק הוּא, זַכַּאי הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) חָסִיד הוּא, טָהוֹר הוּא, יָחִיד הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) כַּבִּיר הוּא, לָמוּד הוּא, מֶלֶךְ הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) נוֹרָא הוּא, סַגִּיב הוּא, עִזּוּז הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) פּוֹדֶה הוּא, צַדִיק הוּא, קָּדוֹשׁ הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) רַחוּם הוּא, שַׁדַּי הוּא, תַּקִּיף הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר)

GOD IS MIGHTY He is mighty, He is mighty, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus:) Speedily, speedily and in our days, soon. God, rebuild! God, rebuild! Rebuild your house soon! He is distinguished, He is great, He is exalted, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is glorious, He is faithful, He is faultless, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is righteous, He is pure, He is unique, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is powerful, He is wise, He is king, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is awesome, He is sublime, He is all-powerful, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is redeemer, He is all-righteous, He is holy, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is compassionate, He is almighty, He is omnipotent, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus)

Transliteration

ADIR HU

Adir hu, adir hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)
Bimherah, bimherah, beyameinu bekarov.
El bneh, el bneh, bneh beitcha bekarov.

(Chorus)

Bachur hu, gadol hu, dagul hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Hadur hu, vatik hu, zakai hu yivneh beito bekarov

(Chorus)

Chassid hu, tahor hu, yachid hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Kabir hu, lamud hu, melech hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Norah hu, sagiv hu, izuz hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Podeh hu, tzaddik hu, kadosh hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Rachum hu, shadai hu, takif hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)


The lyrics have been borrowed from Zemirotdatabase.org
The English translation has been borrowed from Wikipedia
Sheet music on Beth's Notes
Free sheet music with notes only (Pdf)
Web page with many videos

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Apr 22 - 02:29 PM

It first was a love song from the 15th century, sung in Castilian. It belongs to the traditional songs of Burgos and Cantabria.

A LOS ÁRBOLES ALTOS (Spanish) (Traditional, 15th century) En qué nos parecemos Tú y yo a la nieve Tú en lo blanca y galana Yo en deshacerme. A los árboles altos Los lleva* el viento Y a los enamorados El pensamiento. Corazón que no quiera sufrir dolores, pasa la vida entera libre de amores. Corazones partidos yo no los quiero, y si le doy el mío lo doy entero.

THE TALL TREES You and I are like the snow In the fact that You are white and good looking/well dressed And I, because I melt. The tall trees The wind takes them And to the lovers, The thought/idea/dream [does so]. A heart that doesn't want To suffer pains Passes the whole life Free of loves. Partial/incomplete hearts, I don't want them And if I give mine to her I give it whole.

*alternate word "mueve" (moves)

The Quilapayún version of it is the version María Elena Walsh and Leda Vallaredes recorded in 1958, that is 11 years before the Quilapayún did and they sang the girls’ version that consists in the first two verses only.

Sheet music

Recording by Guillermo García and Ruth Waka -Verses 1 & 2.

Recording by Quilapayún Verses 1 & 2.


Alternate version with the following pattern:

A los árboles altos les lleva el viento
Y a los enamorados el pensamiento,
Ay, vida mía, el pensamiento.

The tall trees, the wind takes them
And to the lovers, the thought/idea/dream [does so]
Ah, my love, the thought/idea/dream

Live rendition by Joaquín Díaz

Live rendition by the Coro Garoé (a choir from Madrid suburbs)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 07:08 AM

On Monday, Elizabeth Block sang "L'adieu de la mariée à ses parents" AKA "Là-haut sur la montagne" (Y'a des petits oiseaux). The song can be found in Canada, Western and Southwestern France.
You'll find a different version of this song on the "The French 'Voice of the People' set" Mudcat thread.

L'ADIEU DE LA MARIÉE À SES PARENTS (French) Là-haut sur la montagne Y a des petits oiseaux Y en a des grands et des petits Qui crient dans leur langage Les amoureux sont malheureux De se mettre en ménage Pour se mettre en ménage II faut bien du courage Et pour avoir femme et enfants II faut embrasser l'ouvrage Adieu plaisir adieu bon temps Je suis en esclavage Le jour du mariage Quel habit mettrons-nous Nous prendrons nos beaux habits blancs La robe d'innocence Le ruban rouge sur le côté Le ruban de souffrance Le soir du mariage Dans quel lit coucherons-nous Nous coucherons dans un lit blanc Garni de roses blanches Et ma mignonne à mes côtés Nous dormirons ensemble Au bout de six semaines Chez son père, elle alla Mon père vous m'avez mariée Vous m'avez donné un homme Il est toujours au cabaret II fait mauvais ménage Prends patience, ma fille Ton mari changera Embrasse-le, caresse-le Donne-lui du courage Tu trouveras le changement Dans ton petit ménage

THE MARRIED GIRL'S FAREWELL TO HER PARENTS Up there on this mountain There are little birds. There are large ones also small ones That sing (lit. cry) in their language Lovers are anxious To get married To get married, You must be courageous. To have a wife and children You have to work. Farewell pleasure, farewell good time, I am in slavery. On the wedding day, Which clothes will we wear? We'll take our fine white clothes, The innocence gown, The red ribbon on the side, The ribbon of suffering. On the wedding night (lit. evening) In which bed will we lie? We'll lie in a white bed Embellished with white roses And my sweetheart by my side We'll sleep together Six weeks later, To her father's she went. "Father, you married me off, You gave me a man Who is always at the pub/café, We don't get along." "Take courage, daughter, Your husband will change, Kiss him, fondle him, Give him courage, You'll find some change In your little household."

You can hear the first verse of the song here (it cuts just before the end of the verse).
Score and midi here, both created from this page in "Chansons populaires des Pyrénées françaises: traditions, mœurs, usages" by Jean Poueigh, Association E.S.P.E.R. (Toulouse) (1989) -Score and lyrics
I couldn't find any video.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 07:42 AM

On Monday, Elizabeth Block sang "L'adieu de la mariée à ses parents (above),
Linn Phipps sang "Tha mi duilich, cianail, duilich" in Scottish Gaelic,
Elsa sang Qué bonita bandera,
Casey sang Marions les roses.

Qué bonita bandera by Ramito - No free sheet music available.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 05:24 PM

Casey sang "Marions les roses". Here below are the original lyrics with my literal translation followed by Casey's own singable translation.

MARIONS LES ROSES (French) Le mois d'avril s'en est allé Le mois de mai s'est approché (Refrain) Et marions les roses Les roses font un beau bouquet Les roses font un beau bouquet Quand elles sont jolies. Avons passé dedans vos prés Les avons trouvés bien fumés (Refrain) Avons passé dedans vos blés Oh comme ils sont tous bien grainés (Refrain) Mettez la main au nid des œufs Que chaque main en prenne deux (Refrain) Moi qui suis le porte-panier Je prendrais bien le nid entier (Refrain) Si vous n' voulez rien nous donner À la porte nous allons crier.

LET'S MARRY THE ROSES The month of April has gone The month of May has drawn near (Chorus) And let's marry the roses, Roses make a beautiful bouquet, Roses make a beautiful bouquet When they're pretty. We went through your fields We found them well manured. (Chorus) We went through your wheat fields Oh, how much/well grainy they are! (Chorus) Put your hand into the eggs nest, Let every hand take two. (Chorus) I, who am the basket carrier, Would gladly take the whole nest (Chorus) If you don't want to give us anything, At your door we're going to shout.

Casey's singable translation

The month of April’s past away
And here’s the merry month of May
A-a-all among the roses
It’s we will make a fine bouquet
We wi-ill make a fine bouquet
With your sweet primroses

We all have seen your meadows gay
And they will bring a fine crop of hay
All among the roses…                
                
We all have seen your wheaten fields
And they will give a gen’rous yield
All among the roses…                        

Lift your hand into the nest
Choose the eggs that please the best
All among the roses…                        

I am but the basket-bearer
But I could eat the nest entire
All among the roses…                        

Give us a penny, maybe two
We’ll stand and sing until you do
All among the roses…

As I already wrote on the Any May Songs thread...The BNF catalogue has a sheet music for 4-voice choir by Guy Delamorinière (1907 - 1981). The song is said to be a "collection song" or whatever you call a "chanson de quête" in English = a song you sing whenever you go from door to door to collect money or anything else, here eggs. The song is said to be Provençal but the "Anthologie des chants populaires, 1" by Joseph Canteloube reads that the song is from the Albigeois and Lauragais areas of the Languedoc. The lyrics are a mix of Occitan and French -verses in Òc and chorus in French. The music is said to derive from Filii et filiœ. The Occitan chorus is about marrying girls which makes more sense than marrying roses.

Recording by Malicorne
Malicorne Live rendition (Hurdy gurdy festival in Anost, Summer 2013)
Recording by Les Fin'Amoureuses at 3:22.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 May 22 - 02:23 PM

ROMANCE DEL CONDE OLINOS (Spanish) (Anonymous – supposed to be from the 15th century) Madrugaba el Conde Olinos mañanita de San Juan a dar agua a su caballo, a las orillas del mar. Mientras el caballo bebe, canta un hermoso cantar, las aves que iban volando, se paraban a escuchar. - Bebe, mi caballo, bebe. Dios te me libre de mal, de los vientos de la tierra y de las furias del mar. La reina lo estaba oyendo desde su palacio real. - Mira, hija, como canta la sirena de la mar. - No es la sirenita, madre, que esa tiene otro cantar, es la voz del Conde Olinos, que me canta a mí un cantar. - Si es la voz del Conde Olinos, yo lo mandaré matar, que para casar contigo, le falta la sangre real. - No le mande matar, madre, no le mande usted matar, que si mata al Conde Olinos, a mí la muerte me da. Guardias mandaba la reina al Conde Olinos buscar, que le maten a lanzadas y echen su cuerpo a la mar. La infantina con gran pena, no dejaba de llorar; él murió a la medianoche, y ella a los gallos cantar. A ella como hija de reyes la entierran en el altar, y a él como hijo de condes cuatro pasos más atrás. De ella nació un rosal blanco, de él nació un espino albar; crece el uno, crece el otro, los dos se van a juntar. La reina llena de envidia, ambos los mandó cortar, el galán que los cortaba, no dejaba de llorar. De ella naciera una garza, de él un fuerte gavilán, juntos vuelan por el cielo, juntos se van a posar*. * Or "juntos vuelan par a par" (together they fly)

BALLAD OF COUNT OLINOS Count Olinos rose early on Saint John's Day* morning To water his horse by the sea side. While the horse drank, he sang a beautiful song, The birds that were flying by, stopped to listen. "Drink, my horse, drink, may God spare you from evil, From the winds of the earth and the furies of the sea". The queen was listening [to it] from her royal palace, "Look, daughter, how the mermaid of the sea sings". "It's not the little mermaid, mother, for she sings a different song, It's the voice of Count Olinos, who sings a song for me." "If it's the voice of Count Olinos, I'll have him killed, Because to marry thee, he lacks royal blood". "Don't have him killed, mother; don't have him killed, For if you kill Count Olinos, you assassinate me." The queen sent guards to fetch/bring Count Olinos, To spear him dead and toss his body into the sea. The princess, with great sorrow, could not stop crying, He died at midnight, and she [did] at cockcraw. She, as the daughter of kings, was buried in the altar, And he, as the son of counts, four steps behind. From her was born a white rose bush, from him a white hawthorn, One grows, and so does the other, they're going to intertwin/get together. The queen, full of envy, ordered to cut them down, The courtier who cut them could not stop crying, From her was born a heron, from him a strong hawk, Together they fly through the sky, they sit together.

* Saint John's Day is on the 24th of June


The count in this ballad can be "El conde Olinos" or "El conde Niño" among some others.

Live rendition by a much younger Joaquín Díaz (now 75) for a Japanese TV channel. Here is what he tells before singing…

"El Romance del Conde Olinos es uno de los más populares entre los romances castellanos. Su primera versión escrita está en el cancionero manuscrito de Londres, y posteriormente existen muchas versiones escritas, por supuesto muchas versiones tradicionales cantadas y trasmitidas oralmente de padres a hijos. La versión que voy a cantar ahora está recogida en Mojados, y como casi todas las versiones, cuenta la historia de dos amantes, un conde y una princesa, a los que la madre de ella, la reina, persigue y no deja que se casen. Ordena matar al conde y la princesa muere de amor al día siguiente. Ellos cambian, digamos, sus estratos vitales, varían de seres humanos a ser animales primero, después vegetales y, después, finalmente, minerales. Y este paso de sus almas por diferentes estadios culmina con la venganza que toman de la reina que se va a curar a la ermita, a la fuente en que se han convertido ellos. Y ellos no quieren curar a la reina porque les trató mal durante su vida."

"The Romance of Count Olinos is one of the most popular among Castilian romances. Its first written version is in the London manuscript songbook [Add MS 29987 – British Library], and later there were many written versions, of course many traditional versions sung and transmitted orally from parents to children. The version that I am going to sing now was collected in Mojados, and like almost all the versions, it tells the story of two lovers, an earl and a princess, who are persecuted by her mother, the queen, who does not let them get married. She orders the count to be killed and the princess dies of love the next day. They change, let's say, their vital strata, they vary from human beings to being animals first, then vegetables, and then, finally, minerals. And this passage of their souls through different stages culminates in the revenge they take on the queen who goes to the hermitage to be cured, to the fountain they have become. And they don't want to cure the queen because she treated them badly during her lifetime."

The last part refers to several versions in which the two lovers become two bushes (as in Barbara Allen) but the queen have them cut or unrooted, so they become birds but the queen have them shot, then they become a fountain and a spring that cure many illnesses. The queen is losing sight in one eye and she goes to the fountain to be cured. She's denied to be cured or she's told her eye will be cured but she'll lose sight in the other, or she's told she'll lose sight in both eyes instead of one.
Let's note also that sometimes the evil parent is not the queen but the king. In some versions the queen is Moorish and the count is Christian but in some versions it's the other way round, their difference in religion being the reason why their love is denied.

A shorter version to a different tune from Joaquín Díaz website -a website that I'll always highly recommend!
A live recording by José Negrete
Live rendition by the "Flamenco medievalista" band Zalema (their FaceBook page -"Zalema" is "Peace" in Mozarabic language Cf. Hebrew Shalom and Arabic Salam)
Live rendition by the folk band Alalumbre
Live rendition of a slightly different version by Paco Ibáñez

You'll find 432 versions of this song in Hispanic and Portuguese languages on this University of Washington Pan-Hispanic Ballad Project page.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 02 May 22 - 05:33 PM

Tonight I sang a May day song in Irish, Thugamar Féin an Samhradh Linn
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=53420

Monique told me that Vincent Hearns sang Druimeann Donn Dílis before I joined the singaround. That's another Irish Gaelic song which is already posted on Mudcat, under a slightly different title, Drimín Donn Dilis https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=14427

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 02 May 22 - 08:04 PM

At the 2 May 2022 singaround, Linn Phipps sang "A RIBHINN ÓIG, ' BHEIL CUIMHNE AGAD, a sailor's love song in Scottish Gaelic.
see https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=171237

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From: Catamariner
Date: 09 May 22 - 04:17 PM

At the 9 May 2022 singaround, I (Heather P) sang "A la Una Yo Naci," circa 1492. It's from I.J. Levy’s invaluable collection, Chants Judeo Espagnols. There are a number of surviving variants that were collected from different countries. The version called “A la Una Yo Nací” is from Sarajevo, once known as “Chiko Yerushalayim,” according Ladino singer Flory Jagoda, who was born there in 1923.

Using Spanish notation for pronunciations, the lyrics are (each line sung twice):

A la una yo nací, a las dos m'engrandecí.
A las tres tomí amante, a las cuatro me cazí.
Alma, vida y corazón, Alma, vida y corazón.

Dime niña dónde vienes, que te quiero conocer.
Si tú no tienes amante, yo te haré defender.
Alma, vida y corazón, Alma, vida y corazón.

Yendome para la guerra, dos bezos al aire di.
El uno es para mi madre, y el otro para ti.
Alma, vida y corazón, Alma, vida y corazón.

A la una yo nací, a las dos m'engrandecí.
A las tres tomí amante, a las cuatro me cazí.
Alma, vida y corazón, Alma, vida y corazón.

Translation

At one I was born
At two I grew up
At three I took a lover
At four I married
Soul, life and heart…

Tell me young lass
where do you come from
For I wish to know you
And if you have no lover
I will defend you
Soul, life and heart…

Going off to war
I blew two kisses into the air
One was for my mother
And the other for you
Soul, life and heart…

At one I was born
At two I grew up
At three I took a lover
At four I married
Soul, life and heart…


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GerryM
Date: 10 May 22 - 07:36 PM

Some recordings of A La Una Yo Naci:

Romances Sefardies, Françoise Atlan, in the Musique du Monde series, on Buda Records, 92529-2.

La Rondinella, Songs of the Sephardim, Traditional Music of the Spanish Jews, Dorian Discovery DIS-80105.

Dalia Dior, Ladino Gloriozo, The Musical Glory of Early Spain, Volume 1, Curtain Call Productions CC0015.2.

Also, any number of YouTube videos.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Joe Offer
Date: 11 May 22 - 01:43 PM

On 9 May 2022, I sang all of the English verses of Mack the Knife, Bertolt Brecht's "Der Moritat von Mackie Messer." The English version, by Marc Blitzstein, was not a direct translation but it was pretty close.

There's quite a difference in melody between the cabaret style of the German Version and the swingin' style of the Bobby Darin version.

Dave Van Ronk did a version in English that's closer to the original German.

Bobby Darin is somehow able to make mass murder sound cool. The early German recordings make mass murder sound (deliciously) wicked - only Brecht could do that.

It's fascinating to select a few recordings from the results of a YouTube Search.

Now I want to work out "Pirate Jenny," another Brecht classic.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 11 May 22 - 04:23 PM

I sang Siúl a Ghrá in Irish Gaelic last Monday
You'll find two sets of lyrics on Mudcat at
https://mudcat.org/Detail.CFM?messages__Message_ID=3316131 and
https://mudcat.org/Detail.CFM?messages__Message_ID=1911958

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: leeneia
Date: 12 May 22 - 01:53 PM

On May 9th I sang "There is a Tavern in the Town", first in English then in German. Here are the German words from the site ingeb.org

Es gibt ein Wirtshaus in der Stadt, In der Stadt,
Wo oft mein Schatz ein Gläschen hat, Gläschen hat,
Er lacht und scherzt, Mit Freunden freut er sich,
Und nie (ach nie!) denkt er an mich.
Lebewohl, ich muss dich lassen.
Darfst den Abschied doch nicht hassen;
Es ist jetzt Zeit, wir müssen sagen ""Lebewohl!
Leb wohl, leb wohl, mein Schatz,
Leb wohl, ja, leb wohl.
Ich kann bei dir nicht bleiben wohl, bleiben wohl,
Ich häng mein Herz An den Trauerweidenbaum,
Dein Leben sei ein schöner Traum!


I just learned that "Weidenbaum" is willow tree, so "Trauerweidenbaum" is "sad willow tree." I wonder if that is the usual name for the weeping willow or if it was made up for this song.

I've always thought she hung her hat, not her heart on the weeping willow tree. Surely the point of the song is that her roistering lover doesn't have her heart anymore.

Thanks for your efforts, Monique.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 May 22 - 02:36 PM

Thank you Leeneia for posting it!
The German dictionary and Wiki read that a weeping willow is called "Trauerweide" whether it's called "Echte Trauerweide" or "Babylonische Trauerweide".

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 13 May 22 - 02:44 AM

On Monday, Pattie Clink sang...

AL DI LÀ (Italian) © Mogol (1936- ) Carlo Donida (1920-1998) Non credevo possibile Si potessero dire queste parole: Al di là del bene più prezioso, ci sei tu. Al di là del sogno più ambizioso, ci sei tu. Al di là delle cose più belle. Al di là delle stelle, ci sei tu. Al di là, ci sei tu per me, per me, soltanto per me. Al di là del mare più profondo, ci sei tu. Al di là dei limiti del mondo, ci sei tu. Al di là della volta infinita, al di là della vita. Ci sei tu, al di là, ci sei tu per me.

BEYOND I didn't think it was possible These words could be said: Beyond the most precious good/asset, there is you. Beyond the most ambitious dream, there is you. Beyond the most beautiful things. Beyond the stars, there is you. Beyond, there is you for me, for me, only for me. Beyond the deepest sea, there is you. Beyond the limits of the world, there is you. Beyond the infinite vault, beyond life. There is you, beyond, there is you for me.

Live rendition by Emilio Pericoli
Live rendition by Connie Francis


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 May 22 - 03:25 AM

On Monday, Carol Sue Engleman recited a fragment of the prologue to Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, in Middle English. You can't say it's not English but it isn't nowadays English either. So here's a link to the original text and translation into Modern English of the Prologue on Harvard's Geoffrey Chaucer Website. You'll find all the Canterbury tales in their original Middle English with a Modern English translation.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 May 22 - 06:23 AM

On Monday Joe Fineman sang "Auprès de ma blonde".
The lyrics are already in Mudcat DT
There's also a thread about the song but no translation. So here is the version I learned as a child and a translation.
Note that the 2nd line of each verse becomes the 1st line of the next one making the song 11 verses long instead of 6.

AUPRÈS DE MA BLONDE (French) 1. Au jardin de mon père les lilas sont fleuris (x2) Tous les oiseaux du monde viennent y faire leurs nids Chorus Auprès de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon, Auprès de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon dormir. 2. La caille, la tourterelle, et la jolie perdrix (x2) Et la jolie colombe qui chante jour et nuit. 3. Qui chante pour les filles qui n'ont pas de mari (x2) Pour moi, ne chante guère car j'en ai un joli. 4. Dites-nous donc, la belle, où donc est vot' mari ? (x2) Il est dans la Hollande, les Hollandais l’ont pris. 5.Que donn'riez-vous, la belle, pour avoir vot' mari ? (x2) Je donnerais Versailles, Paris et Saint-Denis. 6. Les tours de Notre-Dame et les cloches de mon pays (x2) Et ma jolie colombe qui chante jour et nuit.

NEXT TO MY GIRLFRIEND 1. In my father's garden the lilacs are in bloom (x2) All the birds in the world come to build their nests here. Chorus Next to my girlfriend, how good, how good, how good, Next to my girlfriend, how good it is to sleep. 2. The quail, the dove, and the pretty partridge (x2) And the pretty dove that sings day and night. 3. That sings for girls who have no husband (x2) It hardly sings for me as I have a pretty one. 4. Tell us, beauty, where is your husband? (x2) He is in Holland, the Dutch took him. 5.What would you give, beauty, to have your husband? (x2) I would give Versailles, Paris and Saint-Denis. 6. The towers of Notre-Dame and the bells of my home area (x2) And my pretty dove that sings day and night.

From English Wiki "Auprès de ma blonde" (French for "Next to My Girlfriend") or "Le Prisonnier de Hollande" ("The Prisoner of Holland") is a popular song dating to the 17th century... It appeared during or soon after the Franco-Dutch War (1672–78), during the reign of Louis XIV, when French sailors and soldiers were commonly imprisoned in the Netherlands.
The song's quick pace and lively melody made it well-suited to military marches, and it is still commonly played at parades. For the same reasons, it gained widespread popularity as a drinking song and nursery rhyme.
According to French Wiki, it's often attributed to André Joubert du Collet, lieutenant of the royal navy during the reign of Louis XIV: taken prisoner by the Dutch, he would have composed it after his release in 1741.

YouTube "Auprès de ma blonde" page where you'll find the song sung and/or played.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 May 22 - 06:52 AM

On Monday, Anne Coleman sang "Sios Dhan An Abhainn", a Scottish Gaelic version of "Down to the River to Pray". You'll find the lyrics and a translation posted by RunrigFan in this post along with English versions and background.
You'll also find the lyrics below this beautiful recording by Mary Ann Kennedy & Na Seoid.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 May 22 - 02:11 PM

LOS DOS FILHETS DEL REI (Occitan) A la guèrra qui i va, Qui i va non tòrna gaire. Òc, los dos filhets del rei A la guèrra son anadis. Joanet jamai n'es tornat E Joan-Francesc pas encara, Sa maire lo vic venir Per un prat que verdavaja. Qué ne pòrtas, mieu filhòt ? Qué pòrtas de las batalhas ? Entre jo e mon caval Ne portam vint-e-nòu plagas. Mon caval pòrta las nòu, Jo paubret totas las autras. Ma maire fètz-me lo lèit, No i demorarai pas gaire. Serai mòrt a mièja nuèit, Mon caval a punta d’alba, M'enterraretz al sagrat, Mon caval a la passada. M'enramelaretz de flors, Mon caval de totas armas, Passaràn los passejants, Diràn : quina bèla tomba ! La tomba del filh del rei Qu’a ganhat fòrça batalhas, La tomba del filh del rei Que n’es mòrt a las batalhas. Las campanas de Madrid Sonaràn a punta d'alba, Sonaràn per mon baron Qu’a ganhat fòrça batalhas, Sonaràn per mon baron Que n'es mòrt a las batalhas.

THE TWO YOUNG SONS OF THE KING To war, whoever goes, Whoever goes, seldom comes back. Yes, the two young sons of the king Have gone to war. Johnny never returned And John-Francis [has] not [returned] yet, His mother saw him come Across a verdant meadow. "What do you bring, my little son? What do you bring from the battles?" "Between I and my horse, We bring twenty-nine wounds. My horse brings nine [of them], I, poor little me, all the others. Mother, make my bed, I won't stay there long. I'll be dead at midnight, My horse at daybreak, You'll bury me in holy ground, My horse in the pathway. You'll adorn me with flowers, My horse with all [my] arms. The strollers will pass by, They'll say, 'What a beautiful grave! The grave of the king's son Who won many battles, The grave of the king's son Who died at war'.' (lit. at the battles) Madrid bells Will ring at daybreak, They'll ring for my baron Who won many battles, They'll ring for my baron Who died at war. (lit. at the battles)

It's the first song rehearsed in this workshop.
Recording by Renat Jurié
Recording by Ramon Manent


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 May 22 - 06:55 PM

Yesterday, Casey sang...

LE MARIAGE ANGLAIS (French) C'était la fille d'un roi français Que l'on marie à un Anglais Oh ! Mes chers frères, empêchez de m'emmener J'aimerais mieux soldat français que roi anglais Et quand ce vint pour l'épouser Dedans Paris, fallut passer Il n'y a dame de Paris qui ne pleurait De voir partir la fille du roi à un Anglais Et quand ce vint pour embarquer Les yeux lui a voulu bander Bande les tiens, laisse les miens, maudit Anglais ! Car j'ai la mer à traverser, je la verrai Et quand ce vint pour débarquer Tambours, violons de tous côtés Retirez-vous, tambouriniers et violoniers ! Car j'aime mieux le son du hautbois du roi français Et quand ce vint pour le souper Du pain lui a voulu couper Coupe le tien, laisse le mien, maudit Anglais ! Car j'ai des gens de mon pays pour me nourrir Et quand ce vint pour le coucher L'Anglais voulut la déchausser Déchausse-toi et laisse-moi, maudit Anglais ! Car j'ai des gens de mon pays pour me servir Et quand ce vint vers la minuit L'Anglais ne faisait que pleurer Retourne-toi, embrasse-moi, mon cher Anglais ! Puisque nos pères nous ont mariés, il faut s'aimer.

THE ENGLISH WEDDING She was the daughter of a French king Who was married off to an Englishman; Oh! My dear brothers, stop my being taken away I would rather a French soldier than an English king And when time came to marry her Inside Paris they had to pass There was no lady in Paris who did not cry To see the king's daughter go to an Englishman And when time came to board He wanted to blindfold her eyes Blindfold yours, leave mine, damn Englishman! For I have the sea to cross, I will see it And when time came to land Drums, fiddles everywhere. Withdraw, drummers and fiddlers! For I prefer the sound of the oboe of the French king And when time came for supper He wanted to cut bread for her Cut yours, leave mine, damn Englishman! For I have people from my country to feed me And when time came to go to bed The Englishman wanted to take her shoes off Take off your shoes and leave me, damn Englishman! For I have people from my country to serve me And when time came around midnight The Englishman did nothing but cry. Turn around, embrace* me, my dear Englishman! Since our fathers married us off, we must love each other.

*Note: at that time "embrasser" meant what it literally says, i.e. "embrace". It passed to mean "to kiss" in the late 1700's early 1800 (according to the Académie Française then dictionaries) as the verb "baiser" originally meaning "to kiss" had changed its meaning to "to fuck".

Recording by Malicorne
Live rendition by Malicorne (song begins around 1:30)
On Gabriel Yacoub's website you'll find this piece of information in French:(translated by Google -that late at night, I don't translate much by myself)
This song is of Norman origin but the date of its composition is uncertain. It "celebrated" either the marriage of Henriette de France, daughter of Henry IV, with Charles 1st of England, or according to Amélie Bosquet (1815- 1904), Norman folklorist, that of Catherine de Valois, daughter of Charles VI, with Henry V, King of England
The first verse is a melody of Quebec origin. The song is followed by "Domino Fidelium" Gregorian motet from the school of Notre-Dame.

Here is what Amélie Bosquet says in her book
La Normandie, romanesque et merveilleuse ; traditions, légendes et superstitions populaires de cette province (1845) -in French, translated by Google translate.
"The romance we are about to quote is still sung today in the vicinity of Saint-Valéry-en-Gaux. Without being able to indicate precisely the origin of this popular song and the time of its primitive composition, we believe that we are not forming a conjecture devoid of probability, by saying that it seems to us to have been composed on the occasion of the marriage of the princess Catherine of France, daughter of Charles VI, with Henry V, King of England. "

And here are the lyrics she collected.

Le Roi a une fille à marier, A un Anglois veut la donner, Elle ne veut mais : - Jamais mari n'épouserai s'il n'est François.- La belle ne voulant céder, Sa sœur s'en vint la conjurer. - Acceptez, ma sœur, acceptez à cette fois, C'est pour paix à France donner avec l'Anglois.- Et, quand ce vint pour s'embarquer, Les yeux on lui voulut bander : - Eh ! Ôte-toi, retire-toi, franc traître Anglois Car je veux voir jusqu'à la fin le sol françois.- Et, quand ce vint pour arriver, Le châtel étoit pavoisé, - Eh ! Ôte-toi, retire-toi, franc traître Anglois, Ce n'est pas là le drapeau blanc du roi françois.- Et, quand ce vint pour le souper, Pas ne voulut boire ou manger  : - Éloigne-toi, retire-toi, franc traître Anglois, Ce n'est pas là le pain, le vin du roy françois- Et, quand ce vint pour le coucher, L'Anglois la voulut déchausser : - Éloigne-toi, retire-toi, franc traître anglois, Jamais homme n'y touchera, s'il n'est François. - Et, quand ce vint sur la minuit, Elle fit entendre grand bruit. En s'écriant avec douleur : -O Roi des rois Ne me laissez entre les bras de cet Anglois. - Quatre heures sonnant à la tour, La belle finissoit ses jours, La belle finissoit ses jours d'un cœur joyeux. Et les Anglois y pleuraient tous d'un cœur piteux !

The King has a daughter to marry off, To an Englishman he wants to give her, She doesn't want to: - No husband will I ever marry if he's not a Frenchman.- [As] The beauty didn't want to give in, Her sister came to beseech her. - Accept, my sister, accept this time, It's to give France peace with the English.- And, when time came to embark, Her eyes they wanted to blindfold: - Hey! Get out, withdraw, utter English traitor For I want to see French land until the end.- And, when time came to arrive, The castle was decked out, - Hey! Get out, withdraw, utter English traitor, This is not the white flag the French king.- And, when time came for supper, She didn't want to drink or eat: - Go away, withdraw, utter English traitor, This is not the bread, the wine of the French king.- And, when time came for bed, The Englishman wanted to take her shoes off: - Go away, withdraw, utter English traitor, No man will ever touch it, if he is no Frenchman. - And, when time came about midnight, She made a loud noise. Crying out in pain: -O King of kings Do not leave me in the arms of this Englishman. - Four o'clock strikes at the tower, The beauty was ending her days, The beauty ended her days with a happy heart. And the English all wept there with pitiful hearts!

LE MARIAGE ANGLAIS - singing of Malicorne
Here is the singable translation penned by Casey

Once was a daughter of a king of France
Promised in her youth to an English man
Dearest brothers, do not let them give my hand
Better I should marry a soldier lad of my own land

When came the hour they two were wed
She through the streets was royally led
Not a Parisian lady but wept most bitterly
To see the princess betrothèd to an English King

When came the hour to put to sea
The Englishman sought to bind her ee
Bind your own, let mine alone, foul Englishman
I will see the water divide me from my native land.

When came the hour they come to land
Fiddlers and drums on every hand
Get you from me, English players, cease your dance
I prefer the *hautboys of the King of France

When came the hour their meal to take
The Englishman sought her bread to break
Break your own, let mine alone, foul Englishman
I will take my bread from a serving maid of my own land

When they retired unto their room
The Englishman knelt to unlace her shoon
Unlace your own, leave mine alone, foul Englishman
I have a tiring maid of my own land

And as the midnight hour drew near
The Englishman sighed and shed many a tear
Turn again, and take my hand dear Englishman,
Since we are wed, we must love one another if we can.

*an instrument like an oboe


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 18 May 22 - 08:04 PM

This week Joan Frankel sang a song in Irish, A Bhean Úd Thios air Bhruach an tSrutháin. I have created a discussion thread for the song (Not to be confused with An Bhean Úd Thall) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=171283. One of the links in the first message is not clickable, but if that link doesn't get repaired you can copy and paste it or use the clickable link to https://www.clarelibrary.ie/eolas/coclare/music/petrie_and_music_of_clare2.htm towards the end of the second message.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Guest Joan F
Date: 22 May 22 - 03:59 AM

I sang it in English, as I *can't* sing in Irish. Trust me on that one.

I did do the chorus in what my source for the song, Ciara Thompson at her lecture at the Traditional Song Forum, said were "vocables", i.e. nonsense syllables used in Irish lullabies.

Turns out I was mispronouncing one & its not just a vocable, said Felipa, but a real Irish word, seoithin (sp?), meaning "sough of the wind".

I wrote to Ciara T. about this & she says that its thought that the vocables in Irish lullabies are what remain of ancient charms/spells, so they can have both retained real-word meanings & nonsense-for-lullaby "meanings".

Makes sense to me!

I still don't pretend to get Irish pronunciations right.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GerryM
Date: 23 May 22 - 03:31 AM

Joan, my apologies. I have edited the faulty entry in the song list.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 May 22 - 01:03 PM

DIGA, JOANETA (Occitan) (Mont-Jòia version) 1. Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? Lalireta ! Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? -Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar. Lalireta ! Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar. 2. Prendrai un òme que sache laurar. Lalireta ! Prend ne un òme que sache laurar, Fòire la vinha, meissonar lo blat. Lalireta ! Fòire la vinha, meissonar lo blat.» Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? Lalireta ! Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? -Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar. Lalireta ! Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar. 3. Tendrem botiga, vendrem de tabat. Lalireta ! Tendrem botiga, vendrem de tabat : Cinc sòus lo roge, dotze lo muscat. Lalireta ! Cinc sòus lo roge*, dotze lo muscat*. Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? Lalireta ! Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? -Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar. Lalireta ! Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar. 4. Per lo dimenge, n'aurem lo cabanon**, Lalireta ! Per lo dimenge, n'aurem lo cabanon, E per lo vèspre, la television, Lalireta ! E per lo vèspre la television Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? Lalireta ! Diga, Joaneta, te vòs ti logar ? -Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar. Lalireta ! Nani, ma maire, me vòle maridar.

TELL, JANET 1. Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? Larireta! Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? No, mother, I want to get married, Larireta! No, mother, I want to get married. 2. I'll take a man who knows how to plow Larireta! I'll take a man who knows how to plow, To hoe the vineyard, to reap the wheat, Larireta! To hoe the vineyard, to reap the wheat. Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? Larireta! Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? No, mother, I want to get married, Larireta! No, mother, I want to get married. 3. We'll run a store, we'll sell tobacco, Larireta! We'll run a store, we'll sell tobacco, Five cent the red one, twelve the muscat Larireta! Five cents the red one, twelve the muscat Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? Larireta! Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? No, mother, I want to get married, Larireta! No, mother, I want to get married. 4. For the Sunday, we'll have the little cabin, Larireta! For the Sunday, we'll have the little cabin And for the evening, the television Larirera! And for the evening, the television. Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? Larireta! Tell, Janet, do you want to be hired? No, mother, I want to get married, Larireta! No, mother, I want to get married.

Note that the spelling of the girl can be "Joaneta", "Jeaneta", "Janeta", "Janeto"…
*"roge", "muscat": old names of certain snuffs unless she also intended to sell wine
** "cabin": the last verse was penned by Mont-Jòia themselves, so from Provence where a "cabanon" was/is a "little cabin" (lit.) on the coast or in the countryside where people went/go on Sunday to spend some time relaxing with family and/or friends.

Alternate/additional verses

2. Amb un violonaire que me farà dançar… Vòli prendre un òme que sache trabalhar… 3. Fòire la vinha e dalhar lo prat... Farem botica e vendrem de tabat... 4. Cinq sòus lo roge, quinze lo muscat... Riques e paures, totis aquí vendràn… 5. Farem un dròlle per fin de cada an... Quand n'aurem dotze, per nos trabalharàn...

2. With a fiddler who'll make me dance… I want to take a man who knows how to work… 3. Hoe the vineyard and scythe the meadow… We'll run a store and we'll sell tobacco… 4. Five cents the red one, fifteen the muscat… Rich and poor, all will come here… 5. We'll make a child every end of year… When we have twelve, they'll work for us…

Source: Anthologie de la chanson occitane, Cécile Marie, G.P Maisonneuve et Larose, 1975.

You'll find it with a score on this page of "Chants populaires de la Provence" tome 1, Damase Arbaud, 1802, where he says that the song was sung by young Savoy boys when making their groundhog dance. -Note that the spelling on this book is based on French spelling while the one I gave is in normalized spelling.

For those who know French:
Wikitrad" page of "Diga Janeta".
A pdf with a score, some background and an alternate verse 2 that goes "Un violonaire te farem donar… De violonaire, ieu ne' vòli pas" (We'll have you given a fiddler… A fiddler, I don't want him)
More information about the song and its variants on Thibault Plantevin's valuable website Zic Trad.

Recording by Mont-Jòia
Recording by La Ferigouleto
Recording by Mezzaluna Tarbes
Recording by Lhi Balòs
Recording by Hombeline


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 30 May 22 - 02:20 PM

LA FILHA D’UN PAÏSAN (Occitan) De bon matin se lèva La filha d’un païsan. Se lèva amai s’abilha Ne pren sos abits blancs. Son paire ie damanda : - Filha, ont volètz anar ? - Voli’nar a Lauzun, paire, Veire lo rèi passar. - Non i anguètz pas ma filha, Que vos’n tornariatz pas ! - Si farai ben, mon paire, Que non me veiràn pas.. Lo rèi n’èra en fenèstra, La regardèt passar. - Qual es aquela dama Que passa per mon prat ? - Sire, non sèi pas dama, Sèi filha d’un païsan. - Poiriatz l’èstre d’un prince, Que vos’n tornariatz pas. M' zo aviá plan dit mon paire, Que me’n tornariái pas.

A FARMER'S DAUGHTER A farmer's daughter Gets up early She gets up and she gets dressed She puts her white clothes on (lit. "takes"). Her father asks her, "Daughter, where do you mean to go?" "I want to go to Lauzun, father, To see the king pass by." "Don't go, daughter, As you wouldn't come back." "I'll do so well, father, That they won't see me." The king was at the window, He watched her pass by. "Who's that lady Who passes by my meadow?" "Sire, I'm no lady, I'm a farmer's daughter." "You could be a prince's, You wouldn't go back [home]" "My father had indeed told me so, That I wouldn't go back."

Recording by Rosina de Pèira e Martina
Live rendition by Las Salvajonas of a merging of 2 different versions.

You can find the scores of different tunes in Les vieilles chansons patoises du Périgord by Eugène Chaminade, chez Cassard Jeune, Périgueux, 1903 (2ème édition) as "Dé boun mati che lèbo". Note that the versions D and E are not about the king but some local lord who kidnaps her "to wash the dishes and clean the house".


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Jun 22 - 12:55 PM

RATTO AL BALLO / AN SÜ LA RIVA DE LU MAR (Piedmontese) An sü la riva de lu mar a i'è na dòna che canta, la-ra An sü la riva de lu mar a i'è na dòna che canta, la-ra A i'è na dòna che canta. El fiöl del re dis ai so scudiè "Chi l'è c'la dòna che canta? la-ra El fiöl del re dis ai so scudiè "Chi l'è c’la dòna che canta? la-ra Chi l'è c'la dòna che canta." "Bela che canta fa pà per vüi, l'è dòna maridèia, la-ra "Bela che canta fa pà per vüi, l'è dòna maridèia, la-ra L'è dòna maridèia." "O maridà o da maridé, la vöi ai me cumandi, la-ra "O maridà o da maridé, la vöi ai me cumandi, la-ra La vöi ai me cumandi." El fiöl del re fa dé d'ün bal per dòne maridèie, la-ra El fiöl del re fa dé d'ün bal per dòne maridèie, la-ra Per done maridèie. La bela dis a so marì "Laseme ‘ndé cun i'autre" la-ra "Se vüi andè turnerai pà chi sei pì bela che i autre", la-ra Chi sei pì bela che i autre. Quan che la bela l’è sta' sül bal el fiöl del re s'la vistla, la-ra L'à faie fé dui o tre gir, pöi l'à mnala in sua stansia, la-ra L'à mnala in sua stansia "Cos na diran le mie masnà ch'i vad pì nen a casa?", la-ra "Pensé pa' pì a vostre masnà, pensé d'aveine d'autre, la-ra Pensé d'aveine d'autre" S' l'é la dui o tre dì, l'à mnala in riva al mare, la-ra L’avia mac fait dui o tre pas as sent a ciamé "mare", As sent a ciamé "mare". L’à fait 'l segn d’la Santa Crus e ant'el mar s'è campéia, la-ra "Sia maledét, maledét l'amùr di dòna maridèia, la-ra Di dòna maridèia".

ABDUCTION AT THE BALL On the seashore, there's a woman a-singing, la-ra On the seashore, there's a woman a-singing, la-ra There's a woman a-singing. The king's son says to his squires, "Who's that woman who's singing? la-ra The king's son says to his squires, "Who's that woman who's singing? la-ra Who is that woman who's singing." "Woman (lit. "beauty") a-singing is not for you, she's a married woman, la-ra "Woman a-singing is not for you, she's a married woman, la-ra She's a married woman." "Either married or marriageable, I want her at my disposal, la-ra "Either married or marriageable, I want her at my disposal, la-ra I want her at my disposal." The king's song has given a ball for married women. la-ra The king's song has given a ball for married women, la-ra For married women. The beauty says to her husband, "Let me go with the others" la-ra "If you go, you won't come back because you're more beautiful than the others", la-ra You're more beautiful than the others. When the beauty was at the ball, the king's son saw her, la-ra He had her do two or three turnarounds, then he took her to his (bed)room, la-ra He took her to his (bed)room. "What will my children say as I don't go home anymore?", la-ra "Think no more about your children, think about having some others, la-ra Think about having some others" After two or three days at his place, he took her on the seaside, la-ra She hadn't made two or three steps that she heard call "mother" She heard call "mother" She made the sign of the holy cross and threw herself in the sea, la-ra "Let it be cursed, cursed, the love of a married woman, la-ra Of a married woman "

Recording from Il canzioniere del Piemonte
Recording by La Ciapa Rusa

Article in Italian with different versions on Terre Celtiche Blog

Several versions collected by Constantino Nigra in Canti popolari del Piemonte (1888)

Pdf displaying the different versions collected in the book at the link just above.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 07 Jun 22 - 08:14 PM

CUMHA AN FHILE - Irish Gaelic
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=171333

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 13 Jun 22 - 01:01 PM

ROMANCE DE ISABEL (Spanish) En Madrid hay un palacio que le llaman de oropel y allí vive una señora que le llaman Isabel. No la quieren dar sus padres a ningún Conde o Marqués por más dinero que cuenten tres contadores al mes. Una noche muy oscura, al juego del alfiler la ha ganado un bello mozo, bello mozo aragonés. Para casarse con ella, mató a sus hermanos tres, mató a su padre y su madre, y luego con ella fue. En el medio del camino, llora la niña Isabel. ¿Por qué lloras niña mía, por qué lloras, Isabel? Si lloras por tus hermanos, por tus hermanitos tres, a tu padre y a tu madre, también muertos les dejé. -No lloro por mis hermanos, por mis hermanitos tres, que lloro por el puñal de oro, que quiero que me lo des. -Dime para que le quieres; dime cómo y para qué. -Para partir una pera, que vengo muerta de sed. Se lo ha dado del derecho, le ha cogido del revés, Si tú mataras a mis padres, yo también te mataré.

ISABEL'S ROMANCE/BALLAD In Madrid there is a palace that they call a tinsel/ostentatious palace And there lives a lady called Isabel. Her parents do not want to give her away to any count or marquis No matter how much money three accountants count each month. One very dark night, in a pin game, A handsome young man won her, a handsome young man from Aragon. To marry her, he killed her three brothers, Killed her father and mother, and then went with her. In the middle of the journey, young Isabel cries. "Why are you crying, girl of mine; why are you crying, Isabel? If you cry for your brothers, for your three little brothers, Your father and your mother, them too I left dead." "I'm not crying for my brothers, for my three little brothers, I weep for the golden dagger, which I want you to give me." "Tell me what you want it for, tell me how and what for." "To split a pear, for I'm very thirsty (lit. I'm dying of thirst)." He gave it to her forward, she took it backward, "As you killed my parents, I'll kill you too."

Lyrics and recording by Joaquín Díaz.


Another version:

EN MADRID HAY UN PALACIO (Spanish) En Madrid hay un palacio que le llaman de oropel, y en él vive una señora, cuyo nombre es Isabel. No la quieren dar sus padres ni a un Conde, ni a un Marqués, ni por dinero que valga a una corona de Rey. Estando un día jugando al juego del alfiler, pasó por allí un caballo un guerrero montañés. La ha cogido de la mano se la ha llevado con él, y en la mitad del camino llora la triste Isabel. ¿Por qué lloras, niña mía? ¿Por qué lloras, Isabel? Si lloras por tus hermanos, no los volverás a ver. No lloro por nada de eso, ni por ningún interés. Lloro por un puñal de oro. Puñal de oro, ¿para qué? Ya te lo traería yo, si me dices que has de hacer. He de cortar una fruta porque estoy muerta de sed. Él se lo ha dado al derecho, y ella lo toma al revés para clavarlo en su pecho, y así verse libre de él.

IN MADRID THERE IS A PALACE In Madrid there is a palace that they call a tinsel one, And in it lives a lady whose name is Isabel. Her parents don't want to give her away, neither to a count, nor to a marquis, Nor for any money worth, to a king's crown. One day playing the pin game, A horse passed by, a mountain warrior. He has taken her by the hand, he has taken her away with him, And in the middle of the trip/journey, sad Isabel cries. "Why are you crying, girl of mine? Why are you crying, Isabel? If you cry for your brothers, you won't see them again." "I don't cry for any of that, nor for any interest. I cry for a golden dagger." "Golden dagger, what for? I would bring it to you if you tell me what you have to do" "I have to cut a fruit because I'm dying of thirst." He has given it to her forwards, and she takes it backwards To stick it in his chest, and thus be free of him.

Note that in both translations, I hardly changed the verb tenses even if it sounds weird in English.
In some versions, it's not clear who was playing but in some others it's quite clear that she was gambled in some game (chess, "pin" or some gibberish name).

Recording by Joaquín Díaz along with the same recording and the lyrics on his website

Score on YouTube.

Cancionero de romances (Ballads songbook)

Rico Franco page on University of Washington Pan-Hispanic Ballad Project. Rico Franco/Ricofranco is the equivalent to Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight in languages that originated in the Iberic Peninsula.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Jun 22 - 03:33 PM

On Monday, Elsa sang Dodi Li in Hebrew, and Casey sang Je suis trop jeunette in French.