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

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Oct 24 - 02:16 PM

BERCEUSE POUR UN PETIT LOUPIOT (1975 French) Guy Thomas (1934 – 2020) / Jean Ferrat (1930 - 2010) Mon marmouset, mon nouveau-né, Tu mériterais qu'on te gronde Tu brailles comme un forcené, T'as pas l'air content d'être au monde T'as le minois tout chiffonné, Pourtant, tu devrais rire aux anges Avec ton lange enfariné Pour engraisser monsieur Morhange* (Refrain) Fais dodo, Colas mon petit frère,** Fais dodo, mon petit loupiot Si tu savais combien qu'c'est doux De vivre et pis comment qu'c'est rose Tu boirais ton biberon d'un coup Pour engraisser monsieur Guigoz* Car si tu bois bien ton lolo, Si tu veux la mettre en sourdine On te paiera bientôt des petits pots Pour engraisser monsieur Blédine* On fera ton éducation, Ça m'étonnerait pas qu'on t'achète Les mémoires du roi des cons Pour engraisser monsieur Hachette* T'auras pas le phylloxéra, Grâce aux vaccins systématiques Pour engraisser les scélérats De l'industrie pharmaceutique T'auras plus tard ta limousine Pour engraisser monsieur Peugeot* Alors t'achèteras d' la benzine Pour engraisser monsieur Esso* T'auras ton coin de serpolet, On t'y permettra des culbutes Avec ta tente et ton duvet Pour engraisser monsieur La Hutte* T'auras beau crier "Les fachos Et les canons, c'est dégueulasse !" Un jour, c'est pas du gibier d'eau Qu'on te dira de prendre en chasse Tu f'ras la guerre à ceux d'en face, Vous vous offrirez des pruneaux Pour engraisser monsieur Douglas*, Pour engraisser monsieur Dassault*

LULLABY FOR A LITTLE KID My little young'un, my newborn, You'd deserve to be scolded You're bawling like a madman, You don't seem happy to be born Your face is all crumpled, Though, you should be laughing blissfully With your powdered (lit. floured) diaper To enrich Mr. Morhange (Chorus) Go to sleep, Colas my little brother, Go to sleep, my little kid If you knew how sweet it is To live and also how rosy it is You'd drink your bottle in one go To enrich Mr. Guigoz Because if you drink your milkies well, If you want to tone it down They'll soon buy you baby food jars To enrich Mr. Blédine They'll educate you, I wouldn't be surprised if they bought you The memoirs of the king of jerks/morons/assholes… To enrich Mr. Hachette You won't have phylloxera, Thanks to systematic vaccinations To enrich the scoundrels From Big Pharma (lit. the pharmaceutical industry) Later you'll have your limousine*** To enrich Mr. Peugeot Then you'll buy gasoline To enrich Mr. Esso You'll have your corner of wild thyme, There you'll be allowed to frolic around/do hanky panky With your tent and your sleeping bag To enrich Mr. La Hutte You may well shout "Fascists And cannons, they're disgusting!" One day, it's not waterfowl That you'll be told to chase You'll wage war on those opposite, You'll exchange prunes (= bullets) as presents To enrich Mr. Douglas, To enrich Mr. Dassault

*All these names refer to trade brands, be them actual men's name or not (there was/is no Mr. La Hutte or Mr. Esso). More about these brands on Lyrics Translate notes below the lyrics and translation.
Also note that "engraisser" literally means "to fatten".
**"Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère" is the title and first line of France most well-known lullaby.
*** "Limousine" doesn't refer to a limo but a large family car (like this)

1976 live rendition by Jean Ferrat

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Oct 24 - 02:37 PM

LO CASTÈU DE PERPINHAN (Occitan - Provençal) Au camin de Perpinhan (x2) Cu l'i perde, cu l'i ganha, Tra de ran la, de ran la, lo gue! Cu l'i perde, cu l'i ganha. Ieu l'i_ai jamai rèn ganhat Que l'i_ai perdut ma companha… La siáu anada cercar Au plus aut de la montanha Mai ieu, l'i_ai rèn rescontrat Qu'un castèu cubèrt de sanha L'i_aviá tres damas dedins Totei tres s'apèlan Joana M'an convidat de sopar E de cochar dins sa chambra De sopar, si soparai De cochar me n'en chau gaire Cocharai au pè dau fuec Sus un paqueton de palha Quand ne'n ven la mieja-nuech Lo fuec s'es mes a la palha; Oh, servanta, leva-te Vese lo soleu que raia! Non, ne'n es pas lo soleu Que treluse dins la sala Es leis braias dau galant Que flamián ambe la palha Oh servanta, cocha-te Laissa flamiar çò que flamba S'aguèsse cochat 'me ieu Auriá pas brutlat sei braias! Ata, pèr ma fistra, non Amo mai anar sens braias! Que maugrabieu, lo fotrau! Qu'ama mai anar sens braias

THE CASTLE OF PERPINHAN On Perpinhan way/road, He who loses there, he who wins there Tran de ran la, de ran la, lo gue! He who loses there, he who wins there. I never won anything there I lost my companion I went to look for her At the top of the mountain But I didn't find anything But a castle roofed with reeds There were three ladies inside, All three called Joan They invited me to dine And to sleep in their bedroom To dine, yes, I will, To sleep, I don't care much, I'll sleep by the fireplace On a bunch of straw When midnight came The straw was set on fire Oh, servant, get up, I see the sun shine No, it's not the sun That shines in the room It's the young man's breeches That blaze with the straw Oh, servant, stay in bed Let what blazes blaze If he'd slept with me He wouldn't have burned his breeches! Really, my word, no! I'd rather go without breeches! The plague on the idiot Who prefers to go without breeches

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 19 Oct 24 - 10:36 AM

On Monday David sang...

LE CAPITAINE DE SAINT-MALO (French) Le capitaine de Saint-Malo Ali alo Qui fait la pêche aux cachalots Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Il donne la goutte à ses matelots Ali alo À grands coups de barre de guindeau Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Il mange la viande, nous laisse les os Ali alo Il boit du vin et nous de l'eau Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Et son second, qui est un salaud Ali alo Il fume le cigare et nous laisse les mégots Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Il a trois filles qui font la peau Ali alo À Nantes, au Havre et à Frisco Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo À la manœuvre le bosco Ali alo Te dresse à coups de cabillot! Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Le lieutenant t'envoie là-haut Ali alo À coups de bottes dans le dos Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Et le second qui est le plus beau Ali alo Si tu groumes, te fout à l’eau Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo (Repeat first verse. … ho!)

THE CAPTAIN OF SAINT-MALO The Captain of Saint-Malo Ali alo Who fishes sperm whales, Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo He gives brandy to his sailors Ali alo With great strokes of windlass bar Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo He eats the meat, leaves us the bones Ali alo He drinks wine and we (drink) water Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo And his second, who is a bastard Ali alo Smokes cigars and leaves us the butts Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo He has three girls who whore Ali alo In Nantes, Le Havre and Frisco Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo When maneuvering, the boatswain Ali alo Trains you hitting you with a belaying pin! Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo The lieutenant sends you up there Ali alo With kicks in the back Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo And the second who is the most handsome Ali alo If you grumble, he throws you in the water Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo (Repeat first verse. … ho!)

Recording by Chœur Montjoie Saint-Denis
Live rendition by the Tri Yann and Les Marins d'Iroise-The beginning is missing. It's a quite bawdy one. The lyrics are on this Mudcat post from May 2001.
Le capitaine de Saint-Malo YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 21 Oct 24 - 02:28 PM

ET LE PREMIER, C'EST UN MARIN (French) Et le premier, c’est un marin, Et le premier, c’est un marin, Il a toujours l' verre en main, la bouteille sur la table, Jamais il n’aura ma main pour être misérable. Et le deuxième, c’est un barbu, Et le deuxième, c’est un barbu, Il est barbu par devant et barbu par derrière, Jamais il n’aura ma main, barbu de cette manière. Et le troisième, c’est un bossu, Et le troisième, c’est un bossu, Il est bossu par devant et bossu par derrière, Jamais il n’aura ma main, bossu de cette manière. Le quatrième, c’est un boiteux, Le quatrième, c’est un boiteux, Quand j’ le vois venir de loin avec sa p’tite jambe courte, Jamais il n’aura ma main, sa démarche me dégoute Et le cinquième, c’est un sonneur, Et le cinquième, c’est un sonneur, C’est lui qui aura ma main, mon cœur et ma boutique, Nous irons par les chemins en jouant d' la musique.

AND THE FIRST ONE IS A SAILOR And the first one is a sailor, And the first one is a sailor, He always has a glass in his hand, the bottle on the table, He'll never have my hand to be miserable. And the second is a bearded man, And the second is a bearded man, He's bearded on the front and bearded on the back, He'll never have my hand, bearded like that. And the third is a hunchback, And the third is a hunchback, He's hunchbacked from the front and hunchbacked from the back, He'll never have my hand, hunchbacked like that And the fourth, he's a lame man, And the fourth, he's a lame man, When I see him coming from afar with his short little leg, He'll never have my hand, his gait disgusts me And the fifth, he's a "sonneur" (Breton trad music player), And the fifth, he's a "sonneur", He'll have my hand, my heart and my store, We'll go down the roads playing music.

Live rendition by Guillaume Yaouank with the Nordet group and as guest the Bagad of Lorient. Sunday August 18, 2024. Closing of the Lorient Interceltic Festival. (The first verse is missing)
Recording by Mikaël Yaouank
Recording by Les Tribordais
"Et le premier, c'est un marin YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Nov 24 - 02:26 PM

LO FANTAUME PELLEGRIN (Occitan - Nissart [Nice dialect]) Quora la nuèch es negra e longa E s’àude au luen, e s’àude au luen soufflà lo vent, Se un crit, un plour que si prolonga, Lo cuor vou glaça d’espavent ; Non v’arrestés en la montagna, De maïon cercas lo camin, |:Qu’es la terrour de la montagna, Es lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin ! :| Lo veires fà de cambarota Soubre lu pin, soubre lu pin de la foré, Dei roc s’en faire de pelota E lu v’abrivà per darrié ! D’autri fes, quora lo tron peta, Su li nebla, au gros dou bousin, |:Scriéu emb’au fuec de li saèta : "Siéu lo lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin !":| Berta, la nobla domaïsela Dou buon signour, dou buon signour de Casternou, Filha ben sagia e touplen bella, Per l’avé vist, mouré d’un còu ! Despi, su l’arida montagna, Plu de maïon, ni gran, ni vin ; |:Ma courre un’ombra en li baragna, Es lo lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin !:| Se l’average si deguola, Se la gragnola, la gragnola pista tout, O se la mula fa la fuola E dei plantun mangia lu brout, S’ai enfan li ven la magagna E se la frema fa de trin, |:Es la terrour de la montagna, Es lo lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin !:|

THE GHOST PELLEGRIN When the night is dark and long And the wind can be heard in the distance, and can be heard in the distance, If [because of] a cry, a cry that goes on and on, Your heart freezes with fear; Do not stop in the mountains, Look for the way home, |:How terrifying the mountains are, It is the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!:| You will see him do somersaults On the pines, on the pines of the forest, [You'll see him] make rocks into balls And throw them vividly at you from behind! Other times, when thunder rumbles, On the clouds, at the loudest of the racket, |:He writes with the fire of lightning: "I am the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!":| Berthe, the noble young lady Of the good lord, of the good lord of Châteauneuf [-de-Contes], A very well-behaved and very beautiful girl, For having seen him, died suddenly! Since then, on the arid mountain, No more house, nor wheat, nor wine; |:But a shadow runs in the bushes, It's the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!":| If your herd tumbles down [into the valley], If the hail, the hail crushes everything, Or if your mule acts crazy And eats the [young] shoots of the plants, If your children are afflicted with mischief/roguishness And if your wife makes a scene, |:It's the terror of the mountain, It's the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!":|

*"magagna" can be either of these words. The band "La Ciamada Nissarda" recorded a version with "cagagna" instead = If the/your children get the runs"

Recording by La Ciamada Nissarda (= "The Dawn Serenade from Nice")
I found the lyrics on Musique Traditionnelle du Comté de Nice

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Nov 24 - 02:36 PM

HABITANTS DE TOUT ÂGE (French) 1. Habitants de tout âge À l’heure du repos, En attendant l’ouvrage, Écoutez quelques mots D’un jeune militaire Revenant de la guerre, Content, plein de bonheur. Ce soldat doux et sage Rentrait dans son village Avec la Croix d’Honneur (x2) 2. En allant à la fontaine La femme de Perrier, A reconnu sans peine Cet aimable guerrier. Elle dit “Voilà cher frère, Voilà notre chaumière, Daignez voir mon époux ! Perrier, la bonté même, Autant que moi vous aime ! Allons, rentrez chez nous !" (x2) 3. "Perrier, voici mon frère Comment le trouvez-vous ? -Fort bien, dit-il, j'espère Qu'il va souper chez nous. -Perrier, laissez-moi faire, Je m'en vais chez mon père Car j'aime bien à le voir Ainsi que ma vieille mère Qui m'est toujours si chère J’irai souper ce soir.(x2) 4. Avec vous, mon cher frère J’irai voir ma maison N’y venez pas ma chère, Je veux taire mon nom Je veux voir si mon père Sous l’habit militaire Reconnaitra son fils. Je parlerai d’Afrique Et mon père Dominique En sera tout surpris.(x2) 5. Frère et sœur, le temps presse, Embrassons-nous, bonsoir, Demain après la messe Tous deux, venez me voir ! Nous ferons une fête, Elle sera parfaite À celle des beaux jours ! Avec mon père et mère Pour trinquer au Madère Et fêter mon retour.(x2) 6. "Bonjour, maître aubergiste, Pourriez-vous me loger ?" -Mon ami j’en suis triste, Rien de prêt pour manger ! -Si cela vous chagrine, Du pain, une chopine, C’est suffisant pour moi ! Sur une vieille paillasse, Daignez me faire place, Car il fait déjà froid ! (x2) 7. -Si cela vous contente Monsieur, rentrez chez nous Que rien ne vous tourmente Vous coucherez chez nous J’aime bien qu’on m’explique Les affaires de l’Afrique, Où mon fils est soldat. -En savez-vous des nouvelles? -Oui des bonnes et des belles Quelquefois l’on s'y bat (x2) 8. Les fils de la victoire Sont couverts de laurier Au chemin de la gloire Arrivant les premiers Ils valent plus en somme Car l’enfant de Belhomme A mérité la croix (x2) 9. S'il fallait tout vous dire Je n'en finirais pas Partout la France admire Nos courageux soldats Sur la terre et sur l'onde De l'un à l'autre monde Nous les verrons marcher Mais terminons la veille Je sens que j'ai sommeil Je veux m’aller coucher? "(x2) 10. À la chambre de grâce Sa mère le conduit Il mit son sac en place Sur la table de nuit Il dit voilà ma bourse Qui sera ma ressource Des auteurs de mes jours C’est pour mes père et mère Qui sont encore sur terre Que j'aimerai toujours (x2) 11. Et à l'heure ténébreuse, Le soldat dort bientôt. L’hôtesse curieuse, Visita son ballot. De sa main téméraire, du jeune militaire Veut chercher de trouver le trésor, En y fouillant sans honte Et cette femme elle y compte Cent-dix-huit pièces d’or. (x2) 12. "Oh, mari, quelle somme, Pour nous c’est un trésor ! Assassinons cet homme, Nous aurons tout son or !" Jamais aucun indice Auprès de la justice Il saura nous trahir Un jour à notre guise Cette bonne valise Nous fera réjouir (x2) 13. Descends donc à la cave Près de ce grand tonneau Va préparer au brave L'endroit de son tombeau.” Mais cette furie Va arracher la vie Au soldat décoré Et sans le reconnaître Le portèrent, les traitres, À l'endroit préparé (x2) 14. Le matin dès l’aurore L’estimable Perrier, Avec Éléonore Viennent voir le guerrier. “Ah, parlez-nous, ma mère De ce beau militaire Que vous avez logé? -Il est sur la grande route, Bien loin déjà sans doute Qui retourne en congé." (X2) 15. -Maman, c’est une fable Que vous me dites ici ! Ce soldat estimable N’a pas sorti d’ici ! Réveillez-le de grâce, Afin que je l’embrasse, Je l’aime tendrement ! -Le connais-tu ma chère ? -Mais, maman, c’est mon frère, Qui vient du régiment." (x2) 16. -Oh ciel! Je sens mon crime Qui m’entraîne à la mort ! Mon fils est ma victime, Grands dieux, quel triste sort ! Hier soir après la brune Pour avoir sa fortune, J’ai pris un grand couteau. Et de cet enfant aimable Moi, mère abominable, J’en deviens le bourreau !" (x2) 17. Dans sa douleur amère La femme de Perrier Va dénoncer sa mère Devant le brigadier Et la gendarmerie Saisit cette furie, Qui ne dit pas un mot. Il est bien véritable Qu’on mît cette coupable Au fond d’un noir cachot.(x2) 18. La justice réclame Avec juste raison Que tout comme la femme On mette l'homme en prison N’est-il pas moins coupable. Ce père détestable? Et d’un commun accord, Pour les punir du crime Pour venger la victime Ils subirent la mort (x2).

PEOPLE OF ALL AGES 1. People of all ages, At rest time, While waiting for work, Listen to some words/lines About a young military man Going back from war, Happy, full of bliss. This sweet and nice soldier Was going back to his village, With the Cross of Honor (x2) 2. A-going to the fountain Perrier's wife Recognized easily, This lovable warrior. She told him "Here, dear brother, Here is our cottage, Deign to meet my husband, Perrier, goodness itself, Loves you as much as I do!" Come on, enter our house! (x2) 3. "Perrier, here is my brother How do you find him (What do you think of him)?" "Very well, he said, I hope That he will dine at our place." "Perrier, leave it to me, I am going to my father's Because I like to see him Along with my old mother Who is always dear to me I’ll go and dine [there] tonight (x2) 4. With you, my dear brother, I’ll go and see my home. Don’t come, my dear (sister) I want to keep my name secret I want to see if my father, Under the (my) military outfit Will know his son. I’ll talk about Africa And my father Dominic Will be very surprised. (x2) 5. Brother and sister, time is running out Let’s kiss, goodbye, Tomorrow after mass Both of you, come see me! We will have a party, It will be perfect Like the one of the beautiful(fine) days! With my father and mother To toast with Madeira wine And celebrate my return" (X2) 6. "Good evening, master innkeeper, Could you accommodate me?" "My friend, I'm sad about it No food is ready/prepared !" "If it worries you, Some bread and a glass [of wine or anything else] It's enough for me! On an old straw mattress Deign to make me some place For it's already cold!" (x2) 7. "If you make it do, Sir, come on in Let nothing trouble you You will sleep at our place I like to be explained Matters of Africa, Where my son is a soldier. Do you know any news about it?" "Yes, I know good ones and fine ones, Sometimes they fight there" (x2) 8.The sons of victory Are covered with laurel On the path to glory Arriving first They are worth more in short Because the child of Belhomme Has deserved the cross 9. "If I had to tell you everything I’d never be finished Everywhere France admires Our courageous soldiers On the earth and on the water(sea) From one world to the other We’ll see them marching But let’s finish the vigil I feel that I am sleepy I want to go to bed." (x2) 10. To the grace (fate?) bedroom, His mother leads him He put his bag in place On the night table He says here is my purse Which will be my resource Of the authors of my days It’s for my father and mother Who are still on earth Whom I will always love (x2) 11.And at the dark hour, The soldier soon sleeps. The curious hostess, Visited his bundle. With a bold hand, of the young soldier She wanted to find his treasure She searched without shame And this woman counts there One hundred and eighteen gold coins*. (x2) 12. "Oh, husband, what a sum of money, For us, it’s a treasure! Let's murder this man, We will have all his gold!" Never any clue To justice Will be able to betray us One day at our leisure This good suitcase Will make us rejoice (x2) 13. Go down to the cellar Near that big barrel Go and prepare for the brave The place of his tomb/grave.” But this fury Goes and tears away the life Of the decorated soldier And without recognizing him The traitors brought him, To the prepared place (X2) 14. In the morning, at dawn, The worthy Perrier With Eléonore Go to visit warrior. "Ah, tell us, mother, About this fine military man You accommodated!" "He's on the highway, Probably already far away, Going back to his leave" (1). (x2) 15. "Mother, it's a tale You're telling me now! This worthy soldier Didn't go out from here! Please wake him up So that I kiss him I love him tenderly!" "Do you know him, my dear?" "But, Mom, he's my brother Who comes back from the army." (x2) 16. "Oh, heavens! I feel my crime Dragging me to death! My son is my victim, Great gods, what a sad fate! Yesterday evening after dusk To get his wealth I took a big knife. Oh, of this lovely child, I, an abominable mother, Have been the executioner." (x2) 17. In bitter pain Perrier's wife Goes to denounce her mother Before the sergeant And the gendarmerie Seizes this fury, Who does not say a word. It’s very true That this guilty woman was put Into a dark jail (x2) 18.Justice demands With good reason That in the very same way as the woman, The man be put in prison He is no less guilty. This loathsome father. And on a mutual agreement To punish them for the crime To avenge the victim They suffered death (x2).

*Note that the young man has 118 gold coins in his bag, which would make a quite heavy bag. In French 118 is worded "cent-dix-huit" (lit. hundred-ten-eight = hundred eighteen). In some versions the digits have been swapped as "dix-huit-cents" = lit. "eighteen hundred" which would have needed a wheelbarrow to be carried!
A version can be found on Fernand Guériff’s collection.
For those who read French: A blog post on Dastum.
The longest version has 18 verses (Cf. lyrics above) and is available to listen to on the Haute-Loire archives (Haute-Loire is located in the Massif Central) (Click on the green arrow)
Recording by the band La nòvia.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Dec 24 - 02:11 PM

LO VIATGE (Occitan) Sant Josèp ambe Maria Totis dos van viatjar. Demandan la retirada, Degun los vòl pas lotjar Degun los vòl pas lotjar. "Ont anatz tant bèla Dama? E l'enfant que vos portatz? - Vòli l'amagar, brave òme, Digatz s'aquò se pòt far? Digatz s'aquò se pòt far? - Aquí dejós ma capòta, Degun li vendrà cercar! - Pren-te lo faucil, brave òme, Ton blat prèssa de copar! Ton blat prèssa de copar! Coma se farià, Madama? Totara l'ai semenat! - Vai t'en véser sus l'arada Anem ! Vai segar ton blat! Anem ! Vai segar ton blat!" La palha dins un quart d'ora Avià grandit, espigat, E dins un autre quart d'ora, L'espic s'èra amadurat L'espic s'èra amadurat. La primièra gabelada Ne fasià un plen braçat, Mas aquí la bona armada Dels Josieus emmalierats Dels Josieus emmalierats. "Vèni viste, vièlh segaire, Quita de segar lo blat! Ont es passada la maire Que portava un novel nat? Que portava un novel nat? - Passèt pel temps de cobrida Quand semenavi mon blat - Anem partiguem brigada, Aquò'z èra l'an passat! Aquò'z èra l'an passat!"

THE JOURNEY Saint Joseph with Mary The two of them are going to travel They ask for a shelter No one wants to accommodate them, No one wants to accommodate them. "Where are you going, beautiful Lady And the child you are carrying?" "I want to hide him, good man, Tell me if it can be done, Tell me if it can be done." "Here, under my cloak, No one will come looking!" "Take your sickle, good man Your wheat is ready to reap, Your wheat is ready to reap!" "How could it be, Madam, I sowed it just now!" "Go and see it on the ploughed fields, Come on, go and reap your wheat, Come on, go and reap your wheat!" The straw in a quarter of an hour Had grown, made the ear And in another quarter of an hour, The ear had ripened, The ear had ripened. The first sheaf Made a good armful But here is the good army Of angry Jews Of angry Jews. "Come quickly, old reaper, Stop reaping your wheat! Where has the mother gone Who was carrying a newborn, Who was carrying a newborn?" "She passed by at sowing time When I was sowing my wheat." "Come on, let's go, fellows, That was last year, That was last year!

The song was recorded by La Talvèra.
Recording by Charles Tyssandier (4 verses only)
A slightly different version of it was collected by Damase Arbaud (1814 – 1876) in Chants populaires de la Provence v.1 (1862)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Dec 24 - 05:15 AM

On Monday Joan sang "Le carillon de Vendôme".
This song talks of the situation of the Dauphin Charles VII at his father's death in 1422 when he inherited the kingdom of France reduced to the town of Bourges and some less important ones such as Orléans, Beaugency…, the rest of the kingdom being occupied by the English and their allies during The Hundred Years' War. (The "dauphin" is the France throne's heir, usually the king's eldest son.)

LE CARILLON DE VENDÔME (French) Mes amis que reste-t-il À ce Dauphin si gentil ? Orléans, Beaugency, Notre Dame de Cléry, Vendôme, Vendôme !

VENDÔME CHIMES My friends, what is left To this so nice Dauphin? Orléans, Beaugency, Notre Dame de Cléry, Vendôme, Vendôme!

You also have it in this Mudcat thread. along with other French canons.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 09 Dec 24 - 02:21 PM

CHUT, CHUT, CHUT (Occitan) Languedoc version Dins un establet aval Es nascut polit Nadal Dins una grèpia de rocada Ame de palha per flaçada… |:Chut, chut, chut Que l’enfant dòrm Pas tant de bruch.:| Lo cordonièr ven exprès Per li faire de solièrs. Pim, pam, pom, pica la semèla Mas Sant Josèp lèu l'interpèla… L’amolaire qu'a pas set Vòl li faire un cotelet. A virar la mòla s'aprèsta Mas Sant Josèp viste l'arrèsta… Puèi es vengut un fustièr Li faire un brèç de noguièr. N'es a la primièira vireta Que Sant Josèp li ditz "pauseta"… Tres femnòtas per lo mens Pòrtan ensemble de presents. Caduna vòl parlar primièira Cridan coma de peissonièiras… Aquí los mages Gaspard Melquiòr e Baltasar. Tanlèu lo pòble los aclama E Sant Josèp solet s'exclama…

SHUSH, SHUSH, SHUSH In a little cowshed down there, The pretty Child was born In a stony manger With some straw as a blanket… |:Shush, shush, shush, The child's sleeping, Don't make so much noise.:| The shoemaker comes on purpose To make him shoes. Pim, pam, poom, he hits on the sole But Saint Joseph soon calls out to him… The grinder who's not thirsty Wants to make a penknife for him. He's about to spin the grinding wheel But Saint Joseph quickly stops him… Then a carpenter came To make him a walnut wood cradle. He's doing the first turn When Saint Joseph tells him "Break!"… Three little women at least Bring presents together. Each one wants to speak first, They shout like fishmongers… There comes the Magi Gaspar, Melchior and Balthazar. At once the people cheers them And Saint Joseph, alone, exclaims…

You can find more verses and a link to the Gascon version on Mama Lisa's World Chut, chut, chut page - Languedoc version

Rendition by La Tireta Duberta
Recording by Maria Roanet at 7:29.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Dec 24 - 02:15 PM

TURA LURA LURA (Occitan -Provençal) Early 1600's – Micolau Sabòli (Nicolas Saboly) Tura, lura, lura, lo gau canta* E n'es pas encara l'auba! Tura, lura, lura, lo gau canta E n'es pas encara jorn! Voes-ti venir? Nanni, nanni! Vendràs pron ben! Ne 'n farai ren! Guilhaume, Guilhaume Au mens se non tòrni pus Mi farai dire un sant-saume! Ailàs mon Dieu! Que farai ieu? Sieu malurós coma un polet Quand sieu solet, quand sieu solet! Tura, lura, lura, l'aura mena E mi fai bofar lei dets! Certa ieu sieu ben en pena Ai paur de morrir de freg! Où! De l'ostau! Cu pica avau? Vòli logar! Siam toei cochats! Granjiera, granjiera** Duerbes mi, sieu tot jalat Bota mi dins la feniera Ailàs mon Dieu! Que farai ieu? Lo paure vonte tirarai? Benlèu morrai, benlèu morrai? Tura, lura, lura, lei ribieras An deja tot inondat! Vèsi plus ren lei brotieras Benlèu mi faudrà nedar! Quauque barquet! N'i a pas dequé! Ont passerai? Certa non sai! Sauvaire, sauvaire! Tu n'as ges de caritat! Es pas ansin que fau faire! Ailàs mon Dieu! Que farai ieu? Lo paure vonte passerai Mi negarrai, mi negarrai. Tura, lura, lura, per fortuna Sieu sortit d'un michant pas! La pòdi comptar per una Enfin ai trobat lo jas! Bonjorn a tos! Emai à vos! De que fasètz? Vos lo vesètz Maria, Maria Sies la maire d'un bèu fièu As ganhat la loteria!* Ailàs mon Dieu! Que farai ieu? Sieu malurós coma un polet Quand sieu solet, quand sieu solet!

TURA LURA LURA Tura, lura, lura, the roosters sings And it's not dawn yet Tura, lura, lura, the roosters sings And it isn't daylight yet. Do you want to come? Nay, nay! You will come, sure! Certainly not! William, William, If I were not to come back, Have a psalm said for me! Alas, my God! What will I do? I'm as unhappy as a chicken When I'm alone, when I'm alone! Tura, lura, lura, the North wind is strong And has me blowing on my fingers I'm suffering, for sure, I fear I'd die from cold! "Ahoy to the household!" "Who's knocking downstairs?" "I want to stay here!" "We're all in bed!" "Farmer, farmer, Open to me, I'm all frozen, Accommodate me in the hay barn! Alas, my God! What will I do? Woe is me, where will I go, Maybe I'll die, maybe I'll die? Tura, lura, lura, the rivers Have already flooded everything I don't see the wicker bushes any more, Maybe I'll have to swim. "Some boat!" "There aren't any!" "Where will I pass through?" "I surely don't know!" Savior! Savior! You have no charity! This is not to be done! Alas, my God! What will I do? Woe is me, where will I pass through? I will drown, I will drown. Tura, lura, lura, by fortune I got out of a bad situation, I'll remember this event, At last I've found the stable "Good morning you all!" "And to you too!" "What are you doing?" "You well can see it!" "Mary, Mary, You're the mother of a beautiful son, You won the lottery! Alas, my God! What will I do? I'm as unhappy as a chicken When I'm alone, when I'm alone!

*Cf. below
**feminine form
The original lyrics have the first verse and the very last 5 lines as…

1 Tura lura lura lo gau canta E n'es pas encara jorn Ieu m'en vau en Tèrra Santa Per veire nòstre Senhor Voes-ti venir? Nanni, nanni! Vendràs pron ben! Ne 'n farai ren! Guilhaume, Guilhaume Au mens se non tòrni pus Mi farai dire mei Sèt-Saumes! Ailàs mon Dieu! Que farai ieu? Sieu pavorós coma un polet Quand sieu solet, quand sieu solet! ... 4 Maria, Maria, vos estrugue d'un bèu fieu Lo veritable Messia, Bon Sant Josèp Se me cresètz Me fairetz vèire aquel Enfant Qu'ieu ame tant, qu'ieu ame tant.

1 Tura lura lura, the rooster sings And it isn't daylight yet I'm going to the Holy Land To see our Lord Do you want to come? Nay, nay! You will come, sure! Certainly not! William, William, If I were not to come back, Have my Seven-Psalms* said for me! Alas, my God! What will I do? I'm as frightened as a chicken When I'm alone, when I'm alone! 4 Mary, Mary, I congratulate you for your fine son, The true Messiah. Good Saint Joseph, If you believe me, You'll show me this Child Whom I love so much, whom I love so much

*On the collection of his carols (link below), there's a note saying, "It was the custom, on All Souls' Day, and this custom is still maintained today, to have children recite, for a small fee, the seven Penitential Psalms for the deceased."
NOTE: the lyrics above are written in standardized modern spelling. You'll find other material with the title and lyrics written in their original spelling as "Touro louro louro" as you can see on the documents at the links below.
You can find it with a sheet music on Mama Lisa's World page.
You can see the original lyrics and score on this page on the BNF website or this Google book (p. 70).
Recording by Leï Bramaïre
Recording by Jean-Bernard Plantevin

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 18 Dec 24 - 11:05 AM

On Monday, Steve sang "Půjdem spolu do Betléma".
We have a version of it on Mama Lisa's World along with an English translation, a midi, a sheet music and YT videos.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Dec 24 - 02:31 PM

NOUS ÉTIONS TROIS BERGERETTES (French) Christmas carol from the 1500's Nous étions trois bergerettes Auprès d'un petit ruisseau En gardant nos brebiettes Naulet, Nau, Nau, Nau Qui paissaient dans le préau Naulet, Nau, Nau, Nau. En gardant nos brebiettes Auprès d'un petit ruisseau Nous vîmes voler un ange Naulet, Nau, Nau, Nau Plus reluisant qu'un flambeau, Naulet, Nau, Nau, Nau. Nous vîmes voler un ange Plus reluisant qu'un flambeau Qui donnant à Dieu louange… Chantait ce bel air nouveau… Qui donnant à Dieu louange Chantait ce bel air nouveau Le Rédempteur vient de naître… Plus doux qu'un petit agneau… Le Rédempteur vient de naître Plus doux qu'un petit agneau Laisse là tes brebis paître… Va-t'en le voir, pastoureau… Laisse là tes brebis paître Va-t'en le voir, pastoureau Il est né dans une étable… Où n'y a lit ni berceau… Il est né dans une étable Où n'y a lit ni berceau Sa mère, Vierge admirable… L'emmaillote d'un drapeau… Sa mère, Vierge admirable L'emmaillote d'un drapeau À cette douce nouvelle Nous quittâmes le fuseau À cette douce nouvelle Nous quittâmes le fuseau Pour aller voir la Pucelle Et le petit Messiau Pour aller voir la Pucelle Et le petit Messiau Ô quelle douce merveille! Ô agréable Enfanteau! Ô quelle douce merveille! Ô agréable Enfanteau! Sa joue était plus vermeille Qu'une rose au renouveau Sa joue était plus vermeille Qu'une rose au renouveau Jamais en jour de ma vie Je ne vis Enfant si beau Jamais en jour de ma vie Je ne vis Enfant si beau Je lui fis de la bouillie Avec un peu de gruau Je lui fis de la bouillie Avec un peu de gruau Robin a pris des sonnettes Et Colin son chalumeau Robin a pris des sonnettes Et Colin son chalumeau Dîmes maintes chansonnettes Des plus belles du monceau Dieu sait comme nous dansâmes À l'entour du treffouau Puis nous nous en retournâmes Chacune vers son troupeau

WE WERE THREE YOUNG SHEPHERDESSES We were three young shepherdesses Near a little brook We were keeping our little ewes Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas that were grazing in the small meadow Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas. We were keeping our little ewes Near a little brook We saw an angel fly Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas More shining than a torch Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas. We saw an angel fly More shining than a torch Who, praising God… Was singing this new, beautiful tune… Who, praising God, Was singing this new, beautiful tune, The Redeemer was just born… Sweeter than a little lamb… The Redeemer was just born Sweeter than a little lamb Leave your sheep there to graze… Go and see him, little shepherd… Leave your sheep there to graze Go and see him, little shepherd He was born in a stable… Where there is neither bed nor cradle… He was born in a stable Where there is neither bed nor cradle His mother, admirable Virgin… Swaddles him in a piece of fabric… His mother, admirable Virgin Swaddles him in a piece of fabric At this sweet news We left the spindle At this sweet news We left the spindle To go and see the Maid And little Messiah To go and see the Maid And little Messiah Oh what a sweet wonder! Oh pleasant little Child! Oh what a sweet wonder! Oh pleasant little Child! His cheek was rubier Than a rose in Spring His cheek was rubier Than a rose in Spring Never in a day of my life I saw Child so beautiful Never in a day of my life I saw Child so beautiful I made him some porridge With a little gruel I made him some porridge With a little gruel Robin took some bells And Colin his pipe Robin took his little bells And Colin his pipe We said many ditties From the prettiest of the lot God knows how much we danced Near the yule log Then each of us went back Towards her flock

Recording by Ensemble vocal L'Alliance
Live rendition in Barberey Saint Sulpice church in 2014.
You'll find a sheet music in our Mama Lisa's World page/a>.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Dec 24 - 04:48 PM

Joe sang Still, still, still in German.

Live rendition by Cologne Cathedral Girls Choir.
Live rendition by Vienna Cathedral Boys Choir

Melissa sang "Stille Nacht" in German. Silent Night web
Philippa sang Don oíche úd i mBeithil in Irish Gaelic.
Gayle Wade sang Thula Baba in Zulu.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Jan 25 - 07:49 AM

Yesterday Gerry sang "Szól a kakas már" in Hungarian

SZÓL A KAKAS MÁR (Hungarian) Szól a kakas már Majd megvirrad már Zöld erdőben, sík mezőben Sétál egy madár. Zöld erdőben, sík mezőben Sétál egy madár. Micsoda madár Micsoda madár Sárga lába, kék a szárnya Engem odavár. Sárga lába, kék a szárnya Engem odavár. Várj, madár, várj Te csak mindig várj Ha az Isten néked rendelt Tiéd leszek már. Ha az Isten néked rendelt Tiéd leszek már.

THE ROOSTER IS ALREADY CROWING The rooster is already crowing Sun is rising now In green forest and open fields, Walks a little bird- In green forest and open fields, Walks a little bird- But what a bird is it? But what a bird is it? Its feet are yellow, blue are the wings, Waiting for me there- Its feet are yellow, blue are the wings, Waiting for me there- Wait, bird, wait a bit You must always wait If G-d gave me only to you Yours I will be then If G-d gave me only to you Yours I will be then

A sheet music
Live rendition by Palya Bea Szefárd Trio (Beáta Palya's Sephardic Trio)
Recording by Márta Sebestyén
Live rendition by Sabbathsong Klezmer Band.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Feb 25 - 02:25 PM

CORTÈGE DE NOCE La mariée avance en tête, Baissant les yeux levant la tête, Le ménestrier s'en va devant, Adieu la joie et le bon temps ! Aux filles du roi elle ressemble, Elle a couronne sur sa tête, Ne l'aura qu'une heure tant seulement, Adieu la joie et le bon temps ! Tout en passant sous cette porte, Elle reçoit un beau pain d'orge, Mais à votre époux présentez-en, Adieu la joie et le bon temps ! En traversant cette prairie, Elle voit danser des jeunes filles, Ah si j'étais fille à marier, J'aurais encore cœur à chanter ! Belle épousée on vous demande D'être bien sage, obéissante Et dans la maison où vous allez, Tâchez de bien nous contenter ! Adieu cousins, adieu cousines, Adieu voisins, adieu voisines, Adieu à tous les gens de chez nous, Adieu les plus beaux de mes jours !

WEDDING CORTEGE/PROCESSION The bride goes ahead, Lowering her eyes raising her head, The musician goes ahead, Farewell joy and good times! She looks like the king's daughters, She has a crown on her head, Will only have it for an hour, Farewell joy and good times! While passing under this door, She receives a beautiful barley loaf, But present some to your husband, Farewell joy and good times! Crossing this meadow, She sees young girls dancing, Ah if I were a girl to marry, I would still have the heart to sing! Beautiful bride we request from you To be very good/well-behaved and obedient And in the house where you are going Try hard/make sure to please us well/to give us satisfaction! Farewell (male) cousins, farewell (female) cousins, Farewell (male) neighbors, farewell (female) neighbors, Farewell to all the people of our area, Farewell to the most beautiful of days!

Recording by Malicorne

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Feb 25 - 12:37 PM

Last Monday Robbie sang Lermontov's Cossack Lullaby.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Feb 25 - 01:13 PM

PIERRE DE GRENOBLE Quand Pierre est parti pour la guerre Sept ans y est resté L'a laissé sa mie à Grenoble S' mourant de regrets La première lettre qu'a reçue Pierre L'était pleine de fleurs La deuxième lettre qu'a reçue Pierre L'était pleine de pleurs S'en fut trouver son capitaine Donne-moi mon congé pour aller voir ma mie à Grenoble Qui s' meurt de regrets Mais quand il fut sur ses collines L'entendit sonner À ceux qui la portaient En terre laisse-moi l'embrasser La première fois que Pierre l'embrasse Pierre a soupiré La deuxième fois que Pierre l'embrasse Pierre a trépassé Qu'en pensez-vous gens de Grenoble De cet amour-là Se sont couchés l'un contre l'autre Ils dorment tous les deux

PETER OF GRENOBLE When Peter left for war, He stayed there seven years. He left his sweetheart in Grenoble, Dying of regrets (sorrow). The first letter Peter received Was full of flowers, The second letter Peter received Was full of tears. He went to see his captain "Give me my leave To go to see my sweetheart in Grenoble, She's dying of regrets (sorrow)". But when he reached its hills, He heard [bells] ring To those who were carrying her to bury her "Let me kiss her". The first time Peter kissed her, Peter sighed, The second time Peter kissed her, Peter died. What do you think, people of Grenoble, Of this love? They lied down side by side, The two of them sleep.

Other versions, translations, discussion and notes on this Mudcat thread.

Recording by Malicorne
Live rendition by Gabriel Yacoub and Marie Sauvet
Sheet music 1 sheet music 2

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 Feb 25 - 02:11 PM

LES TROIS MAÇONS JOLIS (French) C'est trois maçons jolis de leur pays s'en vont (x2) De leur pays s'en vont tous trois plein d'assurance Avec le cœur joyeux de faire leur tour de France Le plus jeune des trois savait bien travailler Savait bien travailler rapide à son ouvrage Il a bien su gagner le cœur de sa Picarde La Picarde lui dit "C'est toi maçon joli C'est toi maçon joli qui taille bien la pierre Soulève mon jupon tu verras ma carrière" Le gars n'y a pas manqué son jupon a levé Son jupon a levé aussi sa chemise fine Il s'est mis à tailler dans la pierre la plus fine Au bout de six semaines, grand mal de cœur la prend Grand mal de cœur la prend, aussi grande souffrance Fallut le médecin pour calmer la patiente "C'est un maçon joli qui a couché dans mon lit Qui a couché dans mon lit et troublé ma fontaine Et moi pauvre fillette je reste dans les peines"

THE THREE PRETTY/HANDSOME STONEMASONS These are three pretty stonemasons from their country they are leaving (x2) From their country all three are leaving full of confidence With the joyful heart of doing their tour of France The youngest of the three knew how to work well Knew how to work well, rapid at his work He succeeded well in winning the heart of his Picardy girl The Picardy girl said to him "It's you pretty stonemason It's you pretty stonemason who cut stone well, Lift my petticoat and you'll see my quarry" The young man didn't fail, her petticoat he lifted Her petticoat he lifted, her fine shirt too He started to cut the finest stone After six weeks, a great heartache takes her A great heartache takes her, also a great suffering The doctor had to calm/relieve the patient "It's a pretty stonemason who slept in my bed Who slept in my bed and muddied my fountain* And I, poor little girl, stay in pain"

*to have one's fountain/water muddied meant to have lost one's virginity.

Recording by Gabriel Yacoub
John Wright recorded in St Laurent festival in 1974.
Recording by Renée Faure on a different tune

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 24 Feb 25 - 01:56 PM

LE TAILLEUR DE PIERRE (French) Depuis Paris jusqu'à Valence, J'ai fait cent lieues sans travailler, Depuis Paris, la grande ville, À Montpellier, bien renommée. En arrivant dessus la place, J'entends les compagnons chanter. Bien le bonjour, tailleurs de pierre Et vous le maître de chantier ! N'auriez-vous pas ouvrage à faire, Pour un compagnon étranger ? Mais si, mais si, répond le maître, Pourvu qu'il sache travailler... Prends cette pierre sur la place, Sors tes outils, va la tailler ! Il prend sa pierre et il la place, La fait pareille à du papier. Le bourgeois dit à la bourgeoise : Oh mon Dieu ! Quel bon ouvrier ! Nous avons notre fille aînée, S'il la veut, faut la lui donner. La fille prend sa quenouillette, Sur le marché, s'en va filer : "Bien le bonjour, tailleur de pierre ! Voulez-vous pas vous marier ? -Je vous remercie, demoiselle, De l'honneur que vous me faisez. Mais j'ai mon Tour de France à faire, S'il plaît à Dieu, le finirai."

THE STONECUTTER From Paris to Valence, I have traveled a hundred leagues without working, From Paris, the great city, To Montpellier, a well famed one. On arriving on the square/spot, I hear the companions singing. Well, good morning, stonecutters, And to you, foreman! Wouldn't you have work to do, For a foreign companion? Why yes, why yes, replies the master, provided he knows how to work... Take this stone on the square/spot, Get out your tools, go and cut it! He takes his stone and he places it, Makes it like a sheet of paper. The town dweller says to his wife: Oh my God! What a good worker! We have our eldest daughter, If he wants her, we must give her to him. The girl takes her distaff, On the market place, she goes to spin. "Good morning, stonecutter! Don't you want to get married?" "I thank you, young lady, For the honor you're doing me. But I have my journeyman travel around France to do, God willing, I will finish it."

Recording by Marc Robine from "Anthologie de la chanson française" (a CD set well worth to have)
Recording by La Bamboche
Sheet music

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Mar 25 - 05:01 AM

On Monday Deborah sang this song

SAMACHTI B’OMRIM LI (Charles Osborne / Psalm 122:1-4, 6-9) Transliteration from Glendalechabad.org samachti b’omrim li, beit adonai nelech. om’dot hayu ragleynu bish’arayich yerushalayim. yerushalayim habenu’yah k’ir she’chub’rah lah yachdav. sha’alu shalom yerushalayim, yishlayu o’havayich. yehi shalom b’cheylech, shalvah b’ar’menotayich. l’ma’an achai v’re’ai adab’rah na shalom bach. l’ma’an beit adonai eloheinu avak’sha tov lach.

I REJOICED WHEN THEY SAID TO ME I rejoiced when they said to me: Let us go up to the House of God Now we stand within your gates, O Jerusalem Jerusalem built to be a city where people come together as one Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: May those who you love prosper! May there be peace within your walls and security within your citadels. For the sake of my people, my friends, I pray you find peace. For the sake of the house of Adonai our God, I will seek your good.

Hebrew text.

שָׂ֭מַחְתִּי בְּאֹמְרִ֣ים לִ֑י


שָׂ֭מַחְתִּי בְּאֹמְרִ֣ים לִ֑י בֵּ֖ית יְהֹוָ֣ה נֵלֵֽךְ׃
עֹ֭מְדוֹת הָי֣וּ רַגְלֵ֑ינוּ בִּ֝שְׁעָרַ֗יִךְ יְרוּשָׁלָֽ͏ִם׃
יְרוּשָׁלַ֥͏ִם הַבְּנוּיָ֑ה כְּ֝עִ֗יר שֶׁחֻבְּרָה־לָּ֥הּ יַחְדָּֽו׃
שַׁ֭אֲלוּ שְׁל֣וֹם יְרוּשָׁלָ֑͏ִם יִ֝שְׁלָ֗יוּ אֹהֲבָֽיִךְ׃
יְהִי־שָׁל֥וֹם בְּחֵילֵ֑ךְ שַׁ֝לְוָ֗ה בְּאַרְמְנוֹתָֽיִךְ׃
לְ֭מַעַן אַחַ֣י וְרֵעָ֑י אֲדַבְּרָה־נָּ֖א שָׁל֣וֹם בָּֽךְ׃
לְ֭מַעַן בֵּית־יְהֹוָ֣ה אֱלֹהֵ֑ינוּ אֲבַקְשָׁ֖ה ט֣וֹב לָֽךְ׃

Gerry mentioned, "The Hebrew looks fine, though it includes a lot of symbols that are only for chanting, not for reading."

Samachti B'omrim Li YouTube page.
Sheet music

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Mar 25 - 02:28 PM

I kept the thee-thy / you-your difference in the translation to show the difference of treatment.

LA PORCHERONNE (French) C'est le prince d'Orange voulait s'y marier À une demoiselle qui a pas quinze ans passés Mais le soir de ses noces une lettre est arrivée Il faut partir en guerre servir le roi français À qui donc donnerai-je ma mignonne à garder Mon fils, lui dit sa mère, je te la garderai Je la mettrai en chambre, je la ferai filer Aussi bien que mes filles je te la soignerai Dès qu'il fut à la guerre, les porcs l'envoie garder Et bien sept ans sans rire, sans rire et sans chanter Au bout de sept années, elle s'est prise à chanter Son mari qui est en guerre s'est mis à l'écouter – O page, mon beau page, j’entends ma mie chanter. Allez, tournons la bride ! Vitement faut y aller ! – Petite porcheronne, quels pourceaux vous gardez ? – Sont au Prince d’Orange, à la guerre est allé. – Petite porcheronne, ramenez vos pourceaux ! – Mes fusées sont point faites ainsi que mon fagot. – Quittez donc vos fusées, vot’ fagot je ferai. Il a tiré son sabre, son faix a fagoté. – Petite porcheronne, où pourrai-je y loger ? – Chez le Prince d’Orange, pourrez vous arrêter. – Bonsoir, Madam’ l’hôtesse, pourriez-vous me loger ? – Entrez, entrez dit-elle, j’ai un lit pour coucher. – Dites-moi donc, Madame, qu’y a-t-il pour souper ? – Des perdrix, des bécasses, pigeons, si vous souhaitez. Mais quand il fut à table, à table pour souper, Il demande une femme avec lui pour coucher. – Je ne donn’ pas mes filles avec vous pour coucher. Prenez la porcheronne dans le coin du foyer ! – Petite porcheronne, allez, si vous voulez ! – Mon mari est en guerre, dit-elle, épleurée. – Où sont passées les robes que je t’avais données Il y a sept ans, ma belle, quand je m’en suis allé ? – Ta mère, ma bell’-mère, ell’ me les a ôtées. À ta sœur, la cadette, ell’ les a fait porter. – Où sont passées les bagues que je t’avais données Il y a sept ans, ma belle, quand je m’en suis allé ? – Ta mère, ma belle-mère, ell’ me les a ôtées. À ta sœur (e), l’ainée, ell’ les a fait porter. – Si vous n’étiez ma mère, je vous ferais brûler À votre tour, ma mère, pourceaux vous soignerez !

THE SWINEHERDESS The Prince of Orange wanted to get married To a young lady who is not yet fifteen But on the night of his wedding a letter arrived He must go to war to serve the French king "To whom shall I give my darling to look after?" "My son", his mother said to him," I will look after her for thee. I will put her in a room, I will have her spin As well as my daughters I will look after her for thee." As soon as he was at war, she (the m-i-l) sent her to tend the pigs Well, seven years without laughing, without laughing and without singing After seven years, she began to sing Her husband who is at war began to listen to her "O page, my fine page, I hear my darling sing. Come on, let's turn the bridle! We must go quickly! "Little swineherdess, what pigs are you tending?" "They're the Prince of Orange's, who's gone to war." "Little swineherdess, bring back your pigs!" "My spindles are not made as well as my bundle." "Leave your spindles, I'll make your bundle. He drew his saber, her bundle he bundled." "Little swineherdess, where can I stay?" "At the Prince of Orange’s you can stop." "Good evening, Madam the hostess, could you put me up?" "Come in, she said, I have a bed to sleep in." "Tell me then, Madam, what is there for supper?" – Partridges, woodcocks, pigeons if you wish." But when he was at the table, at the table for supper, He asks for a woman to sleep with him. "I won’t give my daughters to sleep with you. Take the swineherdess by the fireplace!"(within the area of the hearth) "Little swineherdess, go, if you want!" "My husband is at war", she said, in tears. "Where have the dresses gone that I gave thee Seven years ago, my dear, when I left?" "Thy mother, my mother-in-law, she took them from me. She made thy sister, the youngest, wear them." "Where have the rings gone that I gave thee Seven years ago, my dear, when I left?" "Thy mother, my mother-in-law, she took them from me. She made thy sister, the eldest, wear them." "If you weren’t my mother, I’d have you burned Now it’s your turn, mother, the pigs you’ll tend!"

There are many versions of this song collected all over France. (Breton versions. The husband can be "Le prince d'Orange" or "Guillaume de Beauvoir" or Petit Pied-Blanc. Sometimes he entrusted his wife to his mother, sometimes to his brother but the story is the same.
Recording by the late Jean-François Dutertre

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Mar 25 - 02:50 PM

There are different versions of this song. Cf this Mudcat thread

LE PETIT MERCELOT (French) C'était un petit mercelot Lon lon la que dit-on de l'amour ? C'était un petit mercelot Roulant sa marchandise S'en est allé dedans un bourg Où il y avait 3 filles En voilà une, en voilà deux Voilà la plus jolie Il la plia, il la replia La mit dans sa valise Il ne fut pas dedans le bois, Que trois garçons le suivent. "Arrête, arrêt', p'tit mercelot, C'est une de nos filles ! Tu la rendras, p'tit mercelot, Ou tu perdras la vie. -Tant que j'aurai mon sabre en main, Je défendrai ma mie."

THE YOUNG HABERDASHER There was a young haberdasher Lon lon la, what do people say about love? There was a young haberdasher Rolling (?) his goods. He went into a town Where there were 3 girls Here is one, here are two Here is the prettiest. He folded her, folded her up, Put her in his bag (suitcase) He hadn't reached the inner wood When three boys followed him "Stop, stop, young haberdasher She's one of our girls You'll give her back, young haberdasher Or you'll lose your life." As long as I'll have my saber in hand I'll defend my beloved."

Recording from Anthologie de la chanson française

Recording by La Bamboche (different tune)

Recording by Gabriel Yacoub (another different tune)

Sheet music
You can also find a sheet music in Chansons populaires, recueillies dans les Alpes françaises by Julien Tiersot. It's another version of it called "Le petit marchand"
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 Mar 25 - 03:05 PM

This song has been collected all over Italy. This version is the one from Emilia.

CECILIA La povera Cecilia piange il suo marì, gliel’hanno imprigionato per farglielo morir. "Oh signor capitano la grazia fate a me!" "La grazia te la faccio, vieni a dormir con me!" Allora la Cecilia corre alla prigion: "Marito sei contento s’io vo a dormir con lui?" "Vai, vai pure Cecilia non star pensar l’onor, salva la vita mia, levami di prigion." A mezzanotte in punto, Cecilia dà un sospir: "Cosa hai tu Cecilia da non poter dormir?" "Ho fatto un brutto sogno, ch’è morto mio marì, se il mio marito è morto, anch’io voglio morir." "Dormi, dormi Cecilia, dormi senza un sospir, che domattina buon’ora il tuo marito è qui." Alla mattin buon’ora Cecilia va al balcon, vede il suo marito col collo a penzolon. "Addio belli palazzi, addio belle città, addio visin dorato e chi ti bacerà." Laggiù al camposanto fioriscono rose e fior, è il fior della Cecilia ch’è morta per amor.

CECILIA Poor Cecilia laments her husband Whom they imprisoned to kill him "O my lord captain, grant me his pardon!" "I will grant you his pardon, come and sleep with me" So Cecilia runs to the prison "My husband, would you be pleased if I slept with him?" "Go, do go, Cecilia, don't think about honor Save my life, get me out of prison" At the stroke of midnight Cecilia sighs What is wrong with you, Cecilia, that you cannot sleep? I had a horrible dream, my husband was dead. If he's dead, then I want to die too. Sleep, sleep, Cecilia, sleep without a sigh, Early tomorrow morning, your husband will be there. Early in the morning, Cecilia goes to the balcony. And sees her husband hanged. Farewell, beautiful palaces, farewell, beautiful cities. Farewell, beloved face and who will kiss it. There, in the graveyard, a rose and a flower bloom, It is the flower of Cecilia, who died of love.

About social status, it doesn't show in English as you have now only "you" to address people but the spouses address each other as "tu" (informal), Cecilia addresses the captain as "voi" (formal) = "la grazia fate a me", while he addresses her as "tu" = te... vieni... hai tu... dormi... tuo.

Many Italian versions of it on Cattia Salto's "Terre Celtiche" website with both lyrics and YouTube videos.

A similar story can be found in Hungary. Here is a version of "Fehér Anna" with lyrics and a video at the bottom. The song can be found as "Fehér László lovat lopott" and heard here. Google Translate gives a good idea of what it's all about. You can find other renditions on this YouTube page.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 31 Mar 25 - 02:23 PM

JOL PONT DE MIRABÈL (Occitan) Jol pont de Mirabèl, Catarina lavava (x2) Venguèron a passar tres cavalièrs d'armada Lo primièr li diguèt : "Ne sètz pas maridada ?" Lo segond li donèt una polida baga Mas la baga del det tombèt al fons de l’aiga Lo tresen i sautèt, faguèt la cabussada Mas tornèt pas montar, ne trobèt pas la baga Jol pont de Mirabel Catarina plorava (x2)

UNDER MIRABEL BRIDGE Under Mirabel bridge, Catherine was laundering (x2) Three army horsemen happened to pass by The first one said to her, "Aren't you married?" The second one gave her a pretty ring But the ring, from her finger, fell at the bottom of the water The third one jumped in, he dove But he didn't come back up, he didn't find the ring Under Mirabel bridge, Catherine was crying (x2)

Live rendition of the Gascon version.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Apr 25 - 02:17 PM

AI RESCONTRAT MA MIA DILUNS (Occitan) Ai rescontrat ma mia diluns Que se n'anava vendre de fum. Luns fum, tòu*! Entòrna-te ma mia, entòrna-te que plòu. (2còps) Ai rescontrat ma mia dimars Que se n'anava vendre de lard. Mars lard, luns fum, tòu! Entòrna-te ma mia… …dimècres… de lèbre. Mècres lèbre, mars lard, luns fum, tòu! …. dijòus…. de buòu Jòus, buòu, mècres lèbre…. …. divendres….de cendre vendres cendre, jòus buòu… ….dissabte….de pasta sabte, pasta, vendres cendre… …dimenge…de penche menge penche, sabte pasta… … un jorn…de flors… …un mes….de pes… …un an….de pan…

I MET MY BELOVED/SWEETHEART ON MONDAY I met my beloved/sweetheart on Monday She was going to sell smoke Monday, smoke, tòu* Get back, my beloved/sweetheart, get back: it's raining (twice) I met my beloved/sweetheart on Tuesday She was going to sell bacon/pork fat Tuesday bacon, Monday smoke, tòu! Get back, my beloved/sweetheart… …Wednesday …hare, Wednesday hare, Tuesday bacon, Monday smoke, tòu ….Thursday….beef Thursday beef, Wednesday hare… ….Friday… ashes Friday ashes, Thursday beef… ….Saturday… dough… Saturday dough, Friday ashes… ….Sunday….combs Sunday combs, Saturday dough… ….a day….flowers …a month….peas ….a year….bread…

*tòu has no meaning.
In another version, she's going to sell spindles ("fus") on Monday -which makes more sense- and rags ("fatas") on Saturday.

Live rendition here with explanations in French.
Another live rendition
We have a sheet music on Mama Lisa's World and you can hear the first 3 verses sung.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 11 Apr 25 - 03:21 AM

On Monday Gerry sang...

ESAH EINAI (Shir lama'alot) (Transliteration) Esah einai el heharim, meayin yavo ezri? Ezri me'im Adonai oseh shamayim va'aretz. Al yiten lamot raglecha, al yanum shomrecha. Hineh lo yanum - v'lo yishan shomer yisrael. Adonai shomrecha, Adonai tzilecha, al yad yeminecha. Yomam hashemesh lo yakeka, vayareich baleilah Adonai yishmarcha mikol ra, yishmor et nafshecha. Adonai yishmor tzietcha uvoecha meata vead olam.

PSALM 121 A SONG OF ASCENT I lift up my eyes to the mountains where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip he who watches over you will not slumber; Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you: the LORD is your shade at your right hand; The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm he will watch over your life; The LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

Hebrew text

שִׁיר לַמַּעֲלוֹת.

אֶשָּׂא עֵינַי, אֶל-הֶהָרִים, מֵאַיִן יָבֹא עֶזְרִי.
עֶזְרִי מֵעִם יְהוָה עֹשֵׂה שָׁמַיִם וָאָרֶץ.
אַל יִתֵּן לַמּוֹט רַגְלֶךָ, אַל יָנוּם שֹׁמְרֶךָ.
הִנֵּה לֹא יָנוּם, וְלֹא יִישָׁן שׁוֹמֵר יִשְׂרָאֵל.
יְהוָה שֹׁמְרֶךָ, יְהוָה צִלְּךָ, עַל יַד יְמִינֶךָ.
יוֹמָם הַשֶּׁמֶשׁ לֹא יַכֶּכָּה ויָרֵחַ בַּלָּיְלָה.
יְהוָה יִשְׁמָרְךָ מִכָּל-רָע יִשְׁמֹר אֶת נַפְשֶׁךָ.
יְהוָה יִשְׁמָר צֵאתְךָ וּבוֹאֶךָ מֵעַתָּה וְעַד עוֹלָם.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Apr 25 - 02:04 PM

LA SETMANA Quand ven lo diluns, Mon marit me ditz de laissar mon fus; Quite ma fialosa e laisse mon fus, Jamai de la vida fialarai pas pus. Quand ven lo dimars, Mon marit me ditz de far un bon repàs; Tue las galinas e laisse lo gal, Jamai de la vida un tan bon regal. Quand ven lo dimècres, Mon marit me ditz de faire de breces; Ieu ne fau de breces e de brecilhons, Per breçar las filhas ambe los garçons. Quand ven lo dijòus, Mon marit me ditz d'atalar los buòus; Atali las vacas e laisse los buòus Per çò qu’an de banas e m’embanarián. Quand ven lo divendres, Mon marit me ditz que me voliá vendre; Anam a la fièira: pas ges de mercants, Jamai de la vida ieu ne rise tan. Quand ven lo dissabte, Mon marit me ditz que me voliá batre; [E] se tu me bates, que me fagas mau, N’arrape la bilha e t’assucarai. Quand ven lo dimenge, Mon marit me ditz d’arrapar la penche; Arrape la penche, me penchene un pauc, Soi la pus polida de tot mon ostau.

THE WEEK When Monday comes, My husband tells me to leave my spindle, I let my distaff and leave my spindle Never in my live will I spin again. When Tuesday comes My husband tells me to make a good meal, I kill the hens and leave the rooster, Never in my life such a good treat. When Wednesday comes My husband tells me to make cradles, I make cradles and little cradles To rock the girls and/along with the boys. When Thursday comes, My husband tells me to yoke the oxen, I yoke the cows and leave the oxen Because they have horns and would gore me. When Friday comes, My husband tells me that he wanted to sell me, We go to the market (fair): no merchants, Never in my live did I laugh so much. When Saturday comes, My husband tells me that he wanted to hit me, "And if you hit me, if you hurt me, I'll catch the block (of wood) and I'll knock you out." When Sunday comes, My husband tells me to grab my comb I grab my comb, I comb myself a little, I'm the prettiest of all my house.

. The song has been collected by Éliane Gauzit in Lodève, cité occitane. She mentions it’s been collected in Chants et chansons populaires du Languedoc-1, Louis Lambert - 1905. It has also been recorded by the duo “Aiga Linda”.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 Apr 25 - 02:47 AM

On Monday Jim sang...

I GÅR VAR DET JIMS FØDSELSDAG! I går var det Jims fødselsdag! Hurra! Hurra! Hurra! Han sikkert sig en gave får, som han har ønsket sig i år, med dejlig chokolade og kage til. Hvor smiler han, hvor er han glad Hurra! Hurra! Hurra! Men denne dag er også rar, for sine venner ventet har med dejlig chokolade og kage til. Og når han møder dem igen, Hurra! Hurra! Hurra! Så holder de en dejlig fest, og hvem der kommer med som gæst, får dejlig chokolade med kage til. Til slut vi råber højt i kor. Hurra! Hurra! Hurra! Så gid Jim længe leve må og sine ønsker opfyldt få - og dejlig chokolade med kage til.

YESTERDAY IT WAS JIM'S BIRTHDAY! Yesterday it was Jim's birthday! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! He will surely get a gift that he has wished for this year, with lovely chocolate, and cake, too. How he smiles, how glad he is, Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! But this day is also special, because his friends have waited with lovely chocolate, and cake, too. And when he returns to them, Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Then they will have a lovely party and whoever comes as a guest, gets lovely chocolate, and cake, too. Finally we shout loudly in chorus. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! So may Jim live long, and may his wishes come true and lovely chocolate, and cake, too.

The original song is by Otto Mikkelsen (1868-1942)

IDAG ER DET OLES FØDSELSDAG 1 Idag er det Oles fødselsdag, hurra hurra hurra Han sikkert sig en gave får, som han har ønsket sig i år og dejlig chokolade med kager til. 2. Hvor smiler han, hvor er han glad, hurra hurra hurra Men denne dag er også rar, for hjemme venter mor og far med dejlig chokolade og kager til. 3. Og når han hjem fra skolen går, hurra hurra hurra Så skal han hjem og holde fest og hvem der kommer med som gæst får dejlig chokolade og kager til. 4.Til slut vi råber højt i kor, hurra hurra hurra Gid Ole længe leve må og sine ønsker opfyldt få og dejlig chokolade med kager til.

TODAY IS OLE'S BIRTHDAY (by Google Translate) 1 Today is Ole's birthday, hurrah hurrah hurrah He will probably get a gift, that he has wanted this year and delicious chocolate with cakes. 2. How he smiles, how happy he is, hurrah hurrah hurrah But this day is also nice, because mom and dad are waiting at home with delicious chocolate and cakes. 3. And when he goes home from school, hurrah hurrah hurrah Then he will go home and have a party and whoever comes as a guest will get delicious chocolate and cakes. 4. Finally we shout loudly in chorus, hurrah hurrah hurrah May Ole live long and may his wishes be fulfilled and delicious chocolate with cakes.

You can hear it sung here
Sheet music

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 May 25 - 01:17 PM

On Monday Gerry sang Psalm 23 in Hebrew

ADONAI RO'I Transliteration Adonai ro’i, lo echsar, binot deshe yarbitseini, al mey m’nuchot, al mey m’nuchot, y’nahaleini. Nafshi y’shoveiv, y'shoveiv yancheini v’maglei tsedek, yancheini v’maglei tsedek, l’maan sh’mo. Gam ki eileych b’gei tsalmavet, lo ira ra ki ata imadi, shivt’cha umishantecha heima y’nachamuni. Taaroch l’fanay, l'fanay shulchan neged tsor’ray, dishanta vashemen roshi, kosi r’vaya. Ach tov vachesed yird’funi kol y’mei chayai, kol y’mei chayai, v’shavti b’veit Adonai l’orech yamim. Adonai ro’i, lo echsar, Adonai ro’i, lo echsar.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD Translation The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Lyrics in Hebrew characters

יְהוָה רֹעִי לֹא אֶחְסָר׃
בִּנְאוֹת דֶּשֶׁא יַרְבִּיצֵנִי
עַל־מֵי מְנֻחוֹת
עַל־מֵי מְנֻחוֹת יְנַהֲלֵנִי׃

נַפְשִׁי יְשׁוֹבֵב יְשׁוֹבֵב
יַנְחֵנִי בְמַעְגְּלֵי־צֶדֶק
יַנְחֵנִי בְמַעְגְּלֵי־צֶדֶק לְמַעַן שְׁמוֹ׃

גַּם כִּי־אֵלֵךְ בְּגֵיא צַלְמָוֶת
לֹא־אִירָא רָע כִּי־אַתָּה עִמָּדִי
שִׁבְטְךָ וּמִשְׁעַנְתֶּךָ הֵמָּה יְנַחֲמֻנִי׃

תַּעֲרֹךְ לְפָנַי לְפָנַי
שֻׁלְחָן נֶגֶד צֹרְרָי
דִּשַּׁנְתָּ בַשֶּׁמֶן רֹאשִׁי כּוֹסִי רְוָיָה׃

אַךְ טוֹב וָחֶסֶד יִרְדְּפוּנִי
כָּל־יְמֵי חַיָּי
כָּל־יְמֵי חַיָּי
וְשַׁבְתִּי בְּבֵית־יְהוָה לְאֹרֶךְ יָמִים׃

יְהוָה רֹעִי לֹא אֶחְסָר׃
יְהוָה רֹעִי לֹא אֶחְסָר׃

Wonderful performance by Rabbi Angela Buchdahl. Tune composed by Gerald Cohen. On his page, you'll find YT videos, 3 perusal scores and useful links.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GerryM
Date: 29 May 25 - 01:07 AM

On 20 May 2025 I sang "Man in a Hat". This song was recorded by The Klezmatics, and is all in English, with lyrics by David Lindsay, except for the first verse. The first verse is in Yiddish and is taken from a completely different song, recorded by Max Wilner, many years before The Klezmatics. Wilner's song is entirely in Yiddish, and his recording can be found on the web under the name "Frailachs Zine" (a more standard spelling would be "Freylekh Zayn"). I don't know whether Wilner wrote that song, or whether it is much older. The Klezmatics use Wilner's tune for their song.

Here is the Yiddish verse (transliterated):


A lidl zing ikh itst far aykh vos iz a mekhaye
Di melodi'z an alte nor di verter zenen naye
Dos gezungen hobn undzere zeydes un oykh babes
Un der tate flegt gezungen nokhn kigl-shabes

Here is the translation The Klezmatics give for the Yiddish verse – it's not quite word-for-word:

A regular delight right now, I'll sing a song for you.
Though the melody is old, the words are all brand new.
Our grandpas used to sing it, and our grandmas sang it too.
And our fathers sang it shabbes after consuming traditional delicacies.

Lyrics of the first verse in Hebrew characters (Monique)

אַ לידל זינג איך איצט פֿאַר אײַך, װאָס איז אַ מחיה,
די מעלאָדיע'ז אַן אַלטע, נאָר די װערטער זײַנען נײַע,
דאָס געזונגען האָבן אונדזערע זײדעס און אױך באָבעס,
און דער טאַטע פֿלעגט געזונגען נאָכן קוגל־שבת.

Recording by The Klezmatics in their CD "Jews with Horns"

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Jul 25 - 01:08 PM

JANA, TE MARIDES PAS Mon paire disiá totjorn: Jana, Jana, te marides pas, (x2) Tu seràs a ton aise Tu gardaràs ta libertat Coma tu as vist ac faire. Ieu n'ai pas escotat mon paire, Marida' donc ieu me sèi, (x2) A granda maleirosa! Emb un tròç de vielhard jalós Tota la nuèch me gronda. Lo dimenge vai a la messa Me barra dins la maison, (x2) Coma una presonièra E me vòl pas laissar sautar Dins las quitas charrièras. Ieu voudriái que tots aquilhs bogres Fuguèsson dins bèl estanh(x2) Ont drech' siá la cintura Que lo meu siá lo pus dejós De tant lo temps me dura! Ò dròllas, entendèm-nos totas! Los botarem dins lo forn (x2) Tots aquilhs vièlhs lenhaires Alumarem lo fuèc dejós Per nos ne'n melh desfaire. Non, ditz sa sòr la pus jeuneta Sòr, ne dijatz pas aital! (x2) Ieu sèi pas maridada E los garçons que t'auvián Me tendrián mespresada.

JANE, DON'T GET MARRIED My father kept saying: "Jane, Jane, don't get married, (x2) You'll be comfortable You'll keep your freedom As you saw it done. I didn't listen to my father So I got married (x2) Ah, unfortunate thing/devil! To a piece of jealous old man, All night long, he scolds me. On Sundays, he goes to mass He locks me in the house, (x2) Like a prisoner And he won't let me go out Even to take a walk (lit. "in the streets"). I would like all these fellows To be thrown into a big pond (x2) With steep edges/banks And my husband to be the furthest down How I feel like time is dragging! Oh girls, let's all agree with each other! We'll put them in the oven (x2) All those old braggarts, We'll light the fire underneath To better get rid of them. No, said her younger sister, Sister, don't talk like that! (x2) I'm not married And the boys who'd hear you Would leave me aside (lit. "would hold me in contempt")

Recording by Rosina de Pèira e Martina at 30:16.
Lyrics, French translation and score here

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Aug 25 - 02:06 PM

LA MARQUISE EMPOISONNÉE Quand le roi entra dans la cour Pour saluer ces dames La première qu'il salua, Lui a ravi son âme. Le roi demanda au marquis : "À qui est cette dame ?" Le marquis lui a répondu : "Sire Roi, c'est ma femme." -Marquis, t'es plus heureux qu'un roi, D'avoir femme si belle. Si tu voulais, j'aurais l'honneur De coucher avec elle." -Sire, vous avez tout pouvoir, Tout pouvoir et puissance : Mais si vous n'étiez pas le roi, J'en aurais ma vengeance ! -Marquis, ne te fâche donc pas, T'auras ta récompense : Je te ferai dans mes armées Beau maréchal de France ! -Adieu m'amie, adieu mon cœur, Adieu mon espérance ! Puisqu'il te faut servir le Roi, Séparons-nous d'ensemble." Le roi l'a prise par la main, L'a menée en sa chambre ; La belle, en montant les degrés, A voulu se défendre. "Marquise ne pleurez pas tant ! Je vous ferai princesse, De tout mon or et mon argent, Vous serez la maîtresse." Gardez votre or et votre argent ! N'appartient qu'à la reine J'aimerais mieux mon doux marquis Que toutes vos richesses. La reine lui fit un bouquet De toutes fleurs jolies, Et la senteur de ce bouquet Fit mourir la marquise. Le roi lui fit faire un tombeau, Tout en fer de Venise ; Sur sa tombe mit un écrit : "Adieu, belle Marquise !"

THE POISONED MARCHIONESS When the king entered the courtyard To greet these ladies The first one he greeted Stole his soul. The king asked the marquis: "Whose lady is this?" The marquis replied: "Sire King, she is my wife." "Marquis, you are happier than a king To have such a beautiful wife." If you wished, I would have the honor of sleeping with her." -Sire, you have all power, All power and might: But if you were not the king, I would have my revenge! -Marquis, do not be angry, You will have your reward: I will make you in my armies A fine marshal of France! -Farewell, my love, farewell my heart, Farewell my hope! Since you must serve the king, Let us part from each other." The king took her by the hand, He lead her to his bedroom; The beauty, climbing the stairs, Wanted to defend herself. "Marchioness, don't cry so much! I'll make you a princess, Of all my gold and silver You will be the mistress." Keep your gold and silver! It belongs only to the queen I would prefer my sweet marquis Than all your riches. The queen had a bouquet made for her, Of all the most beautiful flowers, And the scent of this bouquet Caused the marchioness to die. The king had a tomb made for her, All in Venetian iron; On her tomb he put a writing: "Farewell, beautiful marchioness!"

"Le roi a fait battre tambour" is a French folk song thought to have been composed in the early 17th century. This folk song was not recorded in writing until the 19th century, so "only conjectures can be made about it."
The historical event that probably inspired this song is the death of Gabrielle d'Estrées, who died on the morning of April 10, 1599, although she had been the favorite of King Henry IV since 1591. Her death seemed suspicious due to the proceedings initiated by the king to annul his marriage to Marguerite de Valois, who was targeted, as well as Marie de Medici, accused of having her poisoned….
The song has remained part of the French folk song repertoire, to the point that there are at least fifty-five versions of the tune. Its distribution reached all the provinces of France, as far away as Canada, but it was only recorded in writing by collectors in the 19th century.
Translated by Google Translate from French Wiki -Score and midi included

Recording by Anne Sylvestre in "Anthologie de la chanson française". (Slightly different and shorter version)
Recording by Édith Piaf
Le roi a fait battre tambour YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Haruo
Date: 04 Aug 25 - 03:34 PM

Today I'm planning on singing "Fungoj":

En autuna la arbar', inter arbotrunkoj Mi sercante iras, car venas nun la fungoj! Je gajega melodi' ilin enkorbigas mi Per trancil' kaj ungoj, ho, vi belaj fungoj! En autuna la arbar' velkis jam la floroj, Sed la fungoj sen avar' brilas en koloroj: Blankaj, rugaj, kun capel' sur bastono, jen ombrel'; Kelkaj brilas oraj, ho, tre belkoloraj! Kelkaj gustas kiel pom', estas ja bonvenaj, Sed dangeraj al la hom' estas la venenaj! "Necesegas la esplor'. Grava pli ol la kolor'," Diris mia avo, "estas la enhavo."

In the autumn forest, among the tree trunks I go searching, because now the mushrooms are coming! I put them in a basket with a knife and nails To a cheerful melody, oh, you beautiful mushrooms! In the autumn forest, the flowers have already withered, But the mushrooms shine in colors without stinginess: White, red, with a hat on a stick, here is an umbrella; Some shine golden, oh, very beautiful colors! Some taste like apples, they are indeed welcome, But the poisonous ones are dangerous to humans! "Research is necessary. More important than the color," Said my grandfather, "is the content."

It's on p. 19 at https://rosharuo.neocities.org/Books/DHam/DHam.pdf

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 04 Aug 25 - 04:20 PM

song in Esperanto, Harou?

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GerryM
Date: 04 Aug 25 - 09:01 PM

Google says it's Esperanto, and translates the first verse as

In the autumn forest, among the tree trunks
I go searching, because now the mushrooms are coming!
To a cheerful melody I put them in a basket
With knife and nails, oh, you beautiful mushrooms!

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Sep 25 - 01:13 PM

On Monday Jezebel sang:

UN JEUNE HOMME CHANTAIT (Édith Piaf- 1937) (French) Léo Poll (1899-1988)/Raymond Asso (1901-1968) Sur la route, la grande route Un jeune homme va chantant Sur la route, la grande route Une fille va rêvant Une fleur à son corsage Et des yeux pleins de douceur Une fleur à son corsage Et des rêves plein le cœur. Un jeune homme chantait Ha ha ha ha ha ha Une fille rêvait Hum hum hum… Sur la route, la grande route Quand ils se sont aperçus, Sur la route, la grande route L'un vers l'autre ils ont couru Dans ses bras il l'a tenue, Il a dit: "Que tu me plais." Dans ses bras il l'a tenue, Elle a dit: "Je t'espérais." Un jeune homme chantait Ha ha ha ha ha ha Une fille rêvait Hum hum hum… Il a défait son corsage Puis a dit : "Je suis heureux." Il a défait son corsage, Elle a dit : "Toujours… Nous deux." Tandis qu'au loin sur la route Un jeune homme va chantant. Sur le bord de la grande route Une fleur meurt doucement. Un jeune homme chantait Ha ha ha ha ha ha Une fille pleurait Hum hum hum…

A YOUNG MAN WAS SINGING On the road, the highway A young man goes a-singing On the road, the highway A girl goes a-dreaming A flower on her blouse And her eyes full of sweetness A flower in (pinned to) her blouse And her heart full of dreams. A young man was singing Ha ha ha ha ha ha A girl was dreaming Hum hum hum… On the road, the highway When they saw each other, On the road, the highway They ran towards each other In his arms he held her, He said: "How much I like you." In his arms he held her, She said: "I was hoping for you." A young man was singing Ha ha ha ha ha ha A girl was dreaming Hum hum hum… He unbuttoned her blouse Then said: "I'm happy." He unbuttoned her blouse, She said: "Always… The two of us." While far away on the road A young man goes a-singing. On the side of the highway A flower slowly dies. A young man was singing Ha ha ha ha ha ha A girl was crying Hum hum hum...

Recording by Édith Piaf

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