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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 08 Aug 22 - 02:22 PM

RE GILARDIN (Piedmontese)

Re Gilardin, lü 'l va a la guera
Lü el va a la guera a tirar di spada (x2)

O quand 'l'è stai mità la strada
Re Gilardin 'l'è restai ferito (x2)

Re Gilardin ritorna indietro
Dalla sua mamma vò 'ndà a morire (x2)

O tun tun tun, pica a la porta
O mamma mia che mi son morto (x2)

O pica pian caro 'l mio figlio
Che la to dona 'l g'à 'n picul fante (x2)

O madona*, la mia madona
cosa vol dire ch’i sonan tanto? (x2)

O nuretta, la mia nuretta
I g’fan ‘legria al tuo fante (x2)

O madona la mia madona
Cosa vol dire ch'i cantan tanto? (x2)

O nuretta, la mia nuretta
I g'fan 'legria ai soldati (x2)

O madona , la mia madona
Disem che moda ho da vestirmi (x2)

Vestiti di rosso, vestiti di nero
Che le brunette stanno più bene (x2)

O quand l'è stai 'nt l'üs de la chiesa
D'un cirighello si l'à incontrato
Bundì bungiur an vui vedovella

O no no no che non son vedovella
g'l fante in cüna e 'l marito in guera (x2)

O si si si che vui sei vedovella
Vostro marì l'è tri dì che 'l fa terra (x2)

O tera o tera apriti 'n quatro
Volio vedere il mio cuor reale (x2)

La tua boca la sa di rose
'nvece la mia la sa di terra. (x2)
KING GILARDIN

King Gilardin goes to war,
He goes to war wielding his sword. (x2)

When he was in the middle in the street,
King Gilardin was wounded. (x2)

King Gilardin goes back home,
At his mother’s house he wants to die. (x2)

Knock, knock, he knocks at the door.
"O Mother, I am dying (lit. "I'm dead")." (x2)

"Don’t thump so hard, my dear son,
For your wife has just given birth to a baby boy." (x2)

"Mother-in-law, my mother-in-law,
What does so much playing music mean?" (x2)

"Oh, little daughter-in-law, my little daughter-in-law,
They're celebrating/entertaining your baby." (x2)

"Mother-in-law, my mother-in-law,
What does so much singing mean?" (x2)

"Oh, little daughter-in-law, my little daughter-in-law,
They're entertaining the soldiers." (x2)

"Mother-in-law, my mother-in-law,
Tell me how I must dress." (x2)

"Dress in red or dress in black,
It fits brunettes much better." (x2)

When she came to the church door,
She encountered an altar boy:
"Good day, good day, young widow."

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not a young widow,
I’ve my child in its cradle and my husband at war." (x2)

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, indeed you are a young widow,
Your husband was buried three days ago." (x2)

"Oh earth, oh, earth, open up in four corners!
I want to see the king of my heart**.” (x2)

"Your mouth has a taste of rose,
Whereas mine has a taste of earth." (x2)
*"Madona", lit. "milady" was the way of addressing one's mother-in-law in Piedmont. She was in charge of holding the economic, relational and decision-making reins of the newlyweds so was addressed as "Mother milady"
**Lit. "my royal heart" so is it "the king of my heart" or "my beloved king"?

You'll find slightly different versions on this Mudcat thread

Sheet music

A long article on Terre celtiche about the song and its different versions in several languages. Many interesting links.

Recording by La Ciapa Rusa.
Recording by Tendachënt


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 01 Aug 22 - 02:20 PM

LE GALANT INDISCRET (French)

De bon matin j' me suis levé,
Au chant de l'alouette ;
Dans mon chemin rencontre
Un garçon allemand
Qui allait voir sa blonde,
À la rigueur du temps.

— Où t'en vas-tu ? D'où reviens-tu ?
Voilà minuit qui sonne.
— Je vas voir ma maîtresse,
Là-bas, dans sa maison,
D'entrer dans sa chambrette
J'ai bien la permission.

— Ouvrez, ouvrez la porte,
Marguerit' ma mignonne,
Je suis nu, je grelotte,
En danger de geler ;
Belle, ouvrez-moi la porte
Et laissez-moi rentrer.

— Gèlerais-tu, mour-e-rais-tu,
Je n'ouvre pas ma porte.
En passant par la ville,
Galant, tu t'es vanté
Que j'étais une fille
Faite à tes volontés.

- Que me donnerez-vous belle
Pour me faire tant de peine
- Je te donnerai la mer
Pour aller t'y noyer
Ton père aussi ta mère
Pourront te regretter.

O Dieu de Dieu ! que j'ai d' malheur !
Combien je suis à plaindre !
J'ai perdu ma maîtresse
Pour avoir trop causé ;
Jamais homme ni femme
N' sauront plus mes secrets.
THE INDISCRET SUITOR

Early in the morning I got up,
At the song of the lark;
On my way I met
A German boy
Who was going to see his girlfriend
In the rigor of the weather.

"Where are you going? Where are you coming from?
The clock is striking midnight."
"I'm going to see my mistress,
Over there, in her house.
To enter her bedroom
I do have permission."

"Open, open the door,
Marguerite, my darling;
I'm naked, I'm shivering,
In danger of freezing;
Sweetheart, open the door for me
And let me in."

"Would you freeze, would you die,
I don't open my door.
Passing through the city,
Sweetheart, you boasted
That I was a girl
Who does as you wish."

"What will you give me, beautiful,
To hurt me so much?"
"I will give you the sea
To go and drown in it
Your father also your mother
May regret you."

O my God! how unfortunate I am!
How much I am to be pitied!
I lost my mistress
For talking too much;
Never man or woman
Will know my secrets any longer.
Recording by Malicorne
Sheet music
Several versions collected from the Nivernais region in Chants et chansons populaires by Achille Millien (1906)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Jul 22 - 02:26 PM

Farm workers used to be hired either on All Saints' Day (Nov. 1st), or on St Michael's Day (Sept. 29th) or on Saint John's Day (June 24th) depending on the area and the type of work.
MIA, TOTSANTS S'APRÒCHA (Occitan)

Mia, Totsants s'apròcha, la bèla, la le,
I a pas res que l'empacha, la bèla, le la.

Nos cal cambiar de mèstre, la bèla, la le,
Nos cal cambiar de bòria, la bèla, le la.

Regrete pas lo mèstre, la bèla, la le,
Ni mai la mestressa, la bèla, le la.

La sopa èra cauda, la bèla, la le,
Mes i aviá pas que d'aiga, la bèla, le la.

E lo jorn de la paga, la bèla, la le,
Los mèstres èran malautes, la bèla, le la.

Mia, Totsants s'apròcha, la bèla, la le,
I a pas res que l'empacha, la bèla, le la.
SWEETHEART, ALL SAINTS' DAY IS GETTING NEAR

Sweetheart, All Saints' Day is getting near, la bèla, la le,*
Nothing can stop it, la bèla, le la.

We must change master,
We must change farm.

I don't regret the master,
Neither do I the mistress.

The soup was hot
But it was only water.

And on pay day
The masters were ill.

Sweetheart, All Saints' Day is getting near,
Nothing can stop it.
*"La bèla" means "the beautiful one/the beauty" but I'm not sure it's intended to address anyone here.

Recording by Los del Sauveterre

There are more well-known versions on a different tune with more or less long descriptions of their bad living conditions (the master is brutal, stingy…, the mistress is evil, a bad cook -on purpose-, stingy…)
You can watch it sung here or listen to this recording by the late Rosina de Peira and her daughter Martina.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 18 Jul 22 - 05:54 PM

Today Lois sang a song from 1930 that she amended. You'll understand why she did so when you read the full version of the lyrics below her own...
LE GRAND FRISÉ 1930's cabaret waltz/song...as amended for Mudcat

Refrain
Quand je danse avec le grand Frisé
Il a la façon de m'enlacer :
J'en perds la tête,
Je suis comme une bête.
Y'a pas ! je suis sa chose à lui,
Je l'ai dans le sang quoi, c'est mon chéri,
Car moi je l'aime, je l'aime mon grand Frisé.

Pour lui, j'ai du cœur comme pas une.
Être avec lui, j' suis au clair d' la lune
Moi je ne veux que m'en occuper
Le regarder à rêvasser
Car moi je l'aime, je l'aime mon grand Frisé

(Refrain)


(Chorus)
When I dance with the tall one with curly hair
He has a way of hugging me
That makes me lose my mind,
I'm like an animal/a dummy.
Nothing can be done*, I'm his very thing,
I have him under my skin**, well, he's my darling,
Because I love him, I love him, my tall one with curly hair.

For him I have a heart like no other.
To be with him… I'm in the moonlight.
I only want to take care of him,
To watch him as he's daydreaming
Because I love him, I love him, my tall one with curly hair.

(Chorus)

Here are the full lyrics of the original version.
LE GRAND FRISÉ
(©Léo Daniderff - Émile Ronn / Henry Lemonnier) 1930

Refrain
Quand j' danse avec le grand frisé
Il a un' façon d' m'enlacer
Qu' j'en perds la tête,
J' suis comme un' bête.
Y'a pas, je suis sa chose à lui,
J' l'ai dans l' sang, quoi, c'est mon chéri,
Aussi, je l'aime, je l'aim', mon grand frisé.

Y m' cogne, y m' démolit, y m' crève,
Mais, que voulez-vous, moi, j'aim' ça.
Après, je m'endors dans un rêve,
En m' p'lotonnant bien dans ses bras.
Je m' r'vois, lorsque j'étais tout' gosse
Et que m' câlinait ma maman,
Qu' j'ai tuée d' chagrin en f'sant la noce.
Aussi, tout ce qui m' reste maint'nant,
Quoi, c'est mon homme...

(Refrain)

Maintenant j'ai du cœur comme pas une
Quand il s'agit de s'occuper
Je ne vais pas au clair de la lune
Perdre mon temps à rêvasser
Y'a pas. Faut que le pognon rapplique
Pour que l'hiver quand il fait froid
J' lui paie une pelure en poils de bique
Et des godasses en peau d' chamois
Quoi, c'est mon homme

(Refrain)
Je l'aime…
Quoi, c'est mon homme !
THE TALL ONE WITH CURLY HAIR


Chorus
When I dance with the tall one with curly hair
He has a way of hugging me
That makes me lose my mind,
I'm like an animal/a dummy.
Nothing can be done*, I'm his very thing,
I have him under my skin**, well, he's my darling,
So, I love him, I love him, my tall one with curly hair.

He hits me, he knocks me down, he kills me,
But, what can you do, I like it.
Then I fall asleep in a dream,
Snuggling up well in his arms.
I see myself again, when I was just a kid
And my mom cuddled me,
[My mom] I killed of grief by my partying
So, all that remains to me now,
Well, is my man...

(Chorus)

Now I have a heart like no other
When it comes to caring
I don't go in the moonlight
To waste my time daydreaming
Nothing can be done. The moolah must turn up
So that in winter, when it's cold,
I [can] pay him a goat hair coat
And chamois leather shoes.
Well, he's my man

(Chorus)
I love him…
Well... he's my man!
*Or "There are not two ways about it/There's no getting out of it". The French "Y'a pas" is short for the very slangy "Y'a pas à chier".
**Lit. "I have him in the blood"

Recording by Damia
Recording by Lucienne Delyle
Recording by Barbara


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 18 Jul 22 - 02:02 PM

TODO TIENE QUE VER (Spanish)
© Eduardo Carrasco (1940 - ) sung by Quilapayún.

Todo tiene que ver con las palomas,
todo tiene que ver con un tranvía,
todo tiene que ver con la mirada,
con una carta que no se escribe,
un cigarrillo y una guitarra.

Todo tiene que ver con cerraduras,
todo tiene que ver con una almohada,
todo tiene que ver un perfume,
con los botones de una camisa,
con un vestido que cae al suelo.

Todo tiene que ver con una duda,
todo tiene que ver con otra historia,
todo tiene que ver con calles solas,
con los andenes, con ciertas lluvias,
con despedidas y con faroles,
con la memoria, con el olvido.(x2)
EVERYTHING HAS TO DO


Everything has to do with doves,
Everything has to do with a streetcar,
Everything has to do with glancing,
With a letter that is not written,
With a cigarette and with a guitar.

Everything has to do with locks,
Everything has to do with a pillow,
Everything has to do with a perfume,
With the buttons of a shirt,
With a dress that falls to the ground.

Everything has to do with a doubt,
Everything has to do with another story,
Everything has to do with lonely streets,
With the platforms, with certain rains,
With farewells and with lanterns,
With memory, with oblivion. (x2)
Live rendition in 1986.
Much later live rendition by members who live in Chile permanently.
Recording by Quilapayún as they were in 1987.
Live rendition by Paloma San Basilio and Quilapayún in 1992.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Jul 22 - 05:43 AM

On Monday Casey sang…
LE ROI EUGÈNE - LA FLEUR DE LYS (French)
As sung by Malicorne

Un jour, le roi Eugène, en sortant de Paris, (x2)
Il vit venir quinze hommes, vive le jour,
Ses plus grands ennemis, vive la fleur de lys.

Il vit venir quinze hommes, ses plus grands ennemis. (x2)
Ah, dis-moi, roi Eugène, vive le jour,
Qu'as-tu fait dans ta vie ? Vive la fleur de lys

Ah, dis-moi, roi Eugène, qu'as-tu fait dans ta vie  ? (x2)
J'ai parcouru les villes, vive le jour,
Pour aller à Paris, vive la fleur de lys.

J'ai parcouru les villes pour aller à Paris. (x2)
C'est aujourd'hui, beau prince, vive le jour,
Que mort te faut subir, vive la fleur de lys.

C'est aujourd'hui, beau prince, que mort te faut subir. (x2)
J'en tuerai bien quatorze, vive le jour,
Avant que de mourir, vive la fleur de lys.

J'en tuerai bien quatorze avant que de mourir. (x2)
Tira sa claire épée, vive le jour,
Vaillamment se battit, vive la fleur de lys.

Tira sa claire épée vaillamment se battit. (x2)
Il en tua quatorze, vive le jour,
Sans pouvoir s'y lassir,* vive la fleur de lys.

Il en tua quatorze sans pouvoir s'y lassir, (x2)
Quand ça vint au quinzième, vive le jour,
Son épée d'or rompit, vive la fleur de lys.

Quand ça vint au quinzième, son épée d'or rompit (x2)
Oh, petit Jean, mon page, vive le jour,
Viens donc me secourir, vive la fleur de lys.

Oh, petit Jean, mon page, viens donc me secourir. (x2)
Va-t'en dire à ta reine, vive le jour,
Qu'elle n'a plus de mari, vive la fleur de lys.
KING EUGENE – THE FLEUR DE LYS
(Non-singable translation by Casey)

On a day, King Eugene, as he rode out of Paris,
Saw fifteen men a-coming, Long live the day
His greatest enemies. Long live the fleur-de-lys

Saw fifteen men a-coming, his greatest enemies. (x2)
Tell me King Eugene, Long live the day
What you’ve done in your life? Long live the fleur-de-lys

Tell me King Eugene, what you’ve done in your life? (x2)
I’ve traveled the towns all over, Long live the day
A-going to Paris Long live the fleur-de-lys

I’ve traveled the towns all over, a-going to Paris. (x2)
Today’s the day, Eugene, Long live the day
The day you’ll suffer death. Long live the fleur-de-lys

Today’s the day, Eugene, the day you’ll suffer death. (x2)
Then I’ll kill fourteen of you Long live the day
Before I die! Long live the fleur-de-lys

Then I’ll kill fourteen of you before I die! (x2)
Drew out his bright sword, Long live the day
And valiantly fought he. Long live the fleur-de-lys

Drew out his bright sword, and valiantly fought he. (x2)
Killed fourteen Long live the day
Without growing weary. Long live the fleur-de-lys

Killed fourteen without growing weary. (x2)
When it came to the fifteenthLong live the day
His gold sword snapped. Long live the fleur-de-lys

When it came to the fifteenth, his gold sword snapped. (x2)
Oh little Jean my page, Long live the day
Come and lend your aid! Long live the fleur-de-lys

Oh little Jean my page, come and lend your aid! (x2)
Go and tell your Queen Long live the day
That her husband is no more. Long live the fleur-de-lys
*The actual verb is "lasser" but in old songs the infinitive or participle ending was sometimes changed for rhyming purposes.

Recording by Malicorne (1973)

This is an article with the history of this song in France, and identifying a descendent of this song that has evolved into a Canadian canoe-paddling song. (If you can access it as a member)
You can find a version with score and lyrics collected by Marius Barbeau on the Canadian Museum of History.
You can find another version on this copy of the texts (so no scores) included in "Folk Songs of Old Quebec" by Marius Barbeau.
You can listen to a slightly different version sung by Jacques Labrecque.
In this pdf copy of "Le Fureteur Breton, 1911, (in French) you'll find "La chanson de Bois-Gilles" that has some verses in common with the King/Prince Eugene song.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: DaveRo
Date: 04 Jul 22 - 02:37 PM

I know this from the McGarrigles:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bFeEjiWuGFg

"V'là M'sieur l' curé qu'arrive"
Kate and Anna sing "Voilà l'Curé qu'arrive" which is much better - a great piece of assonance.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Jul 22 - 01:48 PM

This song has already been posted on Mudcat but had no translation posted. So here it is again with a literal one.
PERRINE ÉTAIT SERVANTE (French)

Perrine était servante, (x2)
Chez Monsieur le curé, digue don da dondaine
Chez Monsieur le curé, digue don da dondé !

Son amant vint la vouère (x2)
Un soir après l' dîner...

Perrine, ô ma Perrine (x2)
J' voudrais-ti bien t' biser

Oh ! grand nigaud, qu' t'es bête ! (x2)
Ça s' prend sans s' demander !...

V'là M'sieur l' curé qu'arrive (x2)
Où j' vas-ti bien t' cacher ? ...

Cache-té dedans la huche ! (x2)
I' saura pas t' trouver ! ...

Il y resta six s'maines (x2)
Elle l'avait oublié ! ...

Au bout de six semaines (x2)
Les rats l'avaient bouffé ! ...

Z' avaient rongé son crâne (x2)
Et puis tous ses doigts de pied ...

On fit creuser son crâne (x2)
Pour faire un bénitier...

On fit monter ses jambes (x2)
Pour faire un chandelier...

Voilà la triste histoire (x2)
D'un jeune homme à marier...

Qu'allait trop voir les filles (x2)
Le soir après l' dîner ! ...
PERRINE WAS A SERVANT MAID

Perrine was a servant maid, (x2)
At the priest's house, digue don da dondaine
At the priest's house, digue don da dondé!

Her lover came to see her (x2)
One evening after dinner...

Perrine, oh my Perrine (x2)
I would like to kiss you

Oh! big booby, how stupid you are! (x2)
It's taken without asking  !...

Here comes the priest (x2)
Where am I going to hide you? ...

Hide in the bread bin! (x2)
He won't be able to find you! ...

He stayed there six weeks (x2)
She had forgotten about him! ...

After six weeks (x2)
The rats had eaten him! ...

They'd gnawed his skull (x2)
And then all his toes...

His skull was hollowed out (x2)
To make a stoup...

His legs were put up (x2)
To make a candle holder...

That's the sad story (x2)
Of a marriageable young man...

Who was going to see the girls too much (x2)
On the evenings after dinner! ...
On 08/05/02, Joe posted the notes I'd sent him about this song but here they are again with some edition:

Here is the version I have on different books (and the way I learned it) with accents and all.
On the second verse, the spelling "vouère" reflects the old pronounciation of the "oi" spelling now pronounced [wa] though the aperture of the [a] varies from a wide open "a" in the South to a rather closed "é" in some parts of France and tends to "o" in other parts. So it's no real clue to trace it back but it's said to be from the 19th century.
"Cache-té" is "Cache-toi" (Hide /Hide yourself) for the same reason.
The "ti" (2nd, 5th verse) is a popular particle added after the verb in questions (J'y vas-ti, j'y vas-ti pas?) in some areas.
The conjugation "je vas" (5th verse) is also popular (standard "je vais"), so is saying "i" instead of "il" before consonant (i' saura pas t' trouver),
9th verse: the "z" (z'avaient rongé...) is what remains from the original liaison "ils_avaient"


Note also that "Monsieur le curé" is the formal way to address or to speak about a catholic priest. We use "Monsieur le..." to address or speak about a mayor, a president, a secretary/minister... etc. "Madame la ..." is used for a woman.
"bouffé" is slang for "eaten".
This song originated in Western France. Different variants have been collected from Poitou to High Britanny.
The song as we know it now has been popularized by Les Compagnons de la Chanson (1946) and is quite recent.

Recording by Anne Sylvestre
Recording by Les compagnons de la chanson
Live rendition by Les compagnons de la chanson at their beginnings.


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From: Monique
Date: 29 Jun 22 - 02:43 AM

On Monday Dawn Berg sang Cha Bhi Mi Buan (I Will Not Survive).


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From: Monique
Date: 28 Jun 22 - 01:04 AM

Last night, Steve sang...
PIVNIČKOVÁ

Stará Pivničková na jarmark sa strojá
jaj danom tanaj danom na jarmark sa strojá

Ja ty cero moja pozor dávaj doma
jaj danom tanaj danom pozor dávaj doma   

Ona pozor dala zle se zachovala
jaj danom tanaj danom zle se zachovala   

Jak práh překročila syna porodila
jaj danom tanaj danom syna orodila

Dúhý nůž si vzala krk mu podřezala
jaj danom tanaj danom krk mu podřezala 

Na milého lúce zakopala ruce
jaj danom tanaj danom zakopala ruce

Na milého roli zakopala nohy
jaj danom tanaj danom zakopala nohy

Na milého nivu zakopala hlavu
jaj danom tanaj danom zakopala hlavu

Do kosně běžela bielé groše brala
jaj danom tanaj danom bielé groše brala

Zahrajte ně hudci za mé bielé groše
jaj danom tanaj danom za mé bielé groše

Abych já užila panenskej rozkoše
jaj danom tanaj danom panenskej rozkoše

Bože múj přebože co sem udělala
jaj danom tanaj danom, co sem udělala
PIVNIČKOVÁ

Old Pivničková was getting dressed for the fair,
Jaj danom, danaj danom*, was getting dressed for the fair.

Oh my daughter, be careful and take care of our house,
Jaj danom, danaj danom, be careful and take care of our house.

She was careful, but did something bad,
Jaj danom, danaj danom, but did something bad.

As she stepped into the house, she gave birth to a son,
Jaj danom, danaj danom, she gave birth to a son.

She took a long knife and slit his throat,
Jaj danom, danaj danom, and slit his throat.

On her lover's meadow, she buried the hands,
Jaj danom, danaj danom, she buried the hands.

On her lover's field, she buried the feet,
jaj danom, danaj danom, she buried the feet.

On her lover's grassland, she buried the head,
Jaj danom, danaj danom, she buried the head.

She run to the wardrobe, took out the white coins
Jaj danom, danaj danom, took out the white coins.

Fiddlers, play me a song for my white coins.
Jaj danom, danaj danom, for my white coins.

That I can enjoy the virginal pleasures.
Jaj danom, danaj danom, the virginal pleasures.

God, oh my god, what have I done?
Jaj danom, danaj danom, what have I done?
*"jaj danom, danaj danom": "j" should be pronounced as "y" in "you" and "a" as "ah".

This translation by Michal Majek has been borrowed from LyricsTranslate

Lyrics and score, it's the 4th song.
Lyrics and chords in this pdf document, # 119 on page 74 of the pdf = page 72 of the document.
Longer and alternate versions on this pdf college document, page 69 -all in Czech.

Live recording by Čechomor
Live rendition by Čechomor


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From: Monique
Date: 27 Jun 22 - 02:21 PM

L'INGLESINA

1 E l'era il fiöl d'un conte e voleva pià mujé
Lui voleva l'inglesina, perché figlia d'un cavalier (x2)

2 La sera l'impromete e la notte la sposò
E poi l'indoman matina verso Merica se ne andò

3 L'ha fai seicent chilometri senza mai parlar
E poi ne fece altri cento, poi cominciò a sospirar

4"Cosa sospiri oi mia, cosa sospiri tu?"
"Io sospiro la mia o mamma che non la rivedrò mai più"

5"Oh se sospiri questo hai tutte le ragion,
oh ma se tu sospiri d'altro, il pugnale l'è preparà."

6 "Che mi presta signor conte, che mi presta il suo pugnal?
Ho da tagliare un ramoscello per far d'ombra al mio caval!"

7 Appena lo ebbe in mano sul cuore lo piantò.
E poi volta indré il cavallo, verso casa se ne andò.

8 Appena arriva in piazza suo fratello comincia dir:
"Oh come mai sorella mia, come mai ritrovarti qui?"

9 "Due brutti assassini m'hanno ucciso mio marì.
Oh se vuoi che dica il vero, l'ho ucciso propi mi."
THE YOUNG ENGLISH GIRL

1 He was the son of a count and he wanted to take a wife
He wanted the young English girl, because she was the daughter of a knight (x2)

2 In the evening he got engaged to her and at night he married her
And then the next morning towards Merica he went.

3 She did six hundred miles without ever speaking
And then she did another hundred, then she began to sigh

4 "What do you regret oh sweetie, what do you regret?"
"I regret my mother for I'll never see her again"

5 "Oh if you regret this, you are very right,
Oh but if you regret someone else, the dagger is prepared."

6 "Will you lend me, sir, who will lend me your dagger?
I have to cut a twig to shade my horse!"

7 As soon as she had it in hand, in his heart she planted it.
And then she turned her horse back, toward home she went.

8 As soon as she reached the square her brother began saying:
"Oh how come, my sister, how come to find you here?"

9 "Two evil murderers killed my husband.
Oh if you want me to tell the truth, I killed him myself."
This song is an Italian version of Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight. In a comment at one of the links below, it reads that the informer probably forgot to sing the stanza (between 5 and 6) in which the count/earl tells her how many wives he killed before.
In some versions, he takes her to France, in this one he takes her to 'Merica (America). In many versions they ride for "miles" while here they ride for "chilometri" so the lyrics change happened after the French Revolution, the "km" length unit was created in 1790.

Lyrics and comments here at the bottom of the page.

Tagliani Family's version
Slightly different version by Vox Populi
Live rendition in Piedmontese.
Different sets of lyrics in an article in Terre Celtiche -Italian & English.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 24 Jun 22 - 11:48 AM

The song listed as "Jesus Jesus (sung in Irish Gaelic)" in the summary of songs sung in the 6 June 2022 sing about may have been Fáilte Romhat, a Íosa

The following week, Linn Phipps sang a Scottish Gaelic song, Crò Chinn t-Sàile, The Cattle Fold of Kintail. https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=171400


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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.


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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 other 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.

In some versions, it's not clear who was playing but in some other it's quite clear that she was gambled in some game (chess, "pin" or some gibberish name).


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From: Felipa
Date: 07 Jun 22 - 08:14 PM

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


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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: 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: 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: GerryM
Date: 23 May 22 - 03:31 AM

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


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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.


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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.


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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: 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: 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: 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.
11
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 - 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.


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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: 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".


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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: 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


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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.


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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.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
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: 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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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


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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 you, 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: 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: 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 - 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: 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)


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: 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 beito 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: 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: 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: 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.


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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.


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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:
“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: 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: 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!).


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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?


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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.


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