Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Felipa
Date: 02 Sep 24 - 05:40 PM

Ardaigh Chuain https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=10469

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Sep 24 - 02:20 PM

"Les trois mineurs" / "Les trois mineurs du chemin de fer" is a song from Berry (Center France) and was collected by Barbillat and Touraine in their book "Chansons populaires du Bas-Berry" (1930-31). There's a macaronic version in Breton and French on the French 'Voice of the People' thread
There are some other slightly different versions of this song collected in other areas but mostly in Western France.

LES TROIS MINEURS (French) Oh! Viens t'en donc mignonne, Viens t'en t'y promener, Bien gentiment, tout doucement, Sus l' bord de la rivière, Avec ceux trois jolis mineurs, Mineurs du chemin d' fer-e. Son père, aussi sa mère, Trois jours ils l'ont cherché'. Ils l'ont cherché', ils l'ont trouvé', Sus l' bord de la rivière. Avec ceux trois jolis mineurs, Mineurs du chemin d' fer-e. -Veux-tu venir, ma fille Venir à la maison? -Oh non, mon pèr', oh non ma mèr' Je suis l'abandonnée Mais de ceux trois jolis mineurs Je suis la bien-aimée. Si vous saviez mon père, Comm' je suis bien ici. L'un coup' mon pain, l'autr' tir' mon vin, Et l'aut' me verse à boire; Et tous les trois, le verre en main: -Mignonne, voulez-vous boire? Quand arriv' le dimanche Je suis encor bien mieux: L'un cass' mon bois, l'aut' fait mon feu, Et l'aut' chauff' ma chemise; Tous trois frisent mes blonds cheveux À la mode gentille. Si quelquefois mon père Passez par Orléans, Fait's compliments à nos parents, Aux garçons du village ; Ils n'auront pas eu l'agrément D'avoir mon cœur en gage.

THE THREE MINERS Oh! Come here, cutie, Come and walk there, Very nicely, very gently, On the river bank, With those three pretty miners, Miners of the railway. Her father, also her mother, Three days they looked for her. They looked for her, they found her, On the river bank. With those three pretty miners, Miners of the railway. "Will you come, daughter, Come home?" "Oh no, father, oh no mother I am the abandoned one But of those three pretty miners I am the beloved. If you knew, father, How well I am here. One breaks my bread, the other draws my wine, And the other pours me a drink; And all three, glass in hand: 'Sweetheart, would you like to drink?' When Sunday comes I am still much better: One breaks my wood, the other makes my fire, And the other warms my shirt; All three curl my blond hair In the nice fashion. If sometimes, father, You pass through Orléans, Give my compliments to our relatives, To the village boys; They will not have had the pleasure To have my heart as a pledge (= virginity)."

Note from the authors
This song seems to us, especially by its tune, to predate by a long time the creation of the railway, where miners have little role to play. It is likely to have originated among the iron ore extractors who supplied the forges, very numerous in the past, in the center of France and one should say "miners of the iron mines".
Note from the publisher
The very place where this song was collected reinforces the authors' opinion; Vendœuvres-en-Bresse* was surrounded by iron mines and forges: La Caillaudière, Corbançon, which had been extinct for less than fifty years**.

*Typo or mistake, it's "Vendœuvres-en-Brenne". The Brenne is an area located in the Indre department in center France while the Bresse (a former province) is located in eastern France, west of the Jura mountains.
**The book was released in 1930-1931, so it means that the forges and mines had been extinct in the late 1800's.

Recording by La Bamboche
Recording from Anthologie de la chanson française, chansons de femmes

You can also hear a slightly different version sung on Dastumla blog and here is the link to a pdf document where you can find the lyrics + explanations ref. the origins (p. 13 to 17) -French only.
You can download Gueriff's collection here (4 pdf) (the songs are in the public domain but the books themselves aren't)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 27 Aug 24 - 01:35 PM

Yesterday Gerry sang Hakol Patuach (Everything Is Still Open), Hebrew song by Naomi Shemer (1930 - 2004).
Transliterated lyrics and translation borrowed from Hebrewsongs.com, lyrics in Hebrew characters from Danses d'Israël.

HAKOL PATUACH (Transliteration) Raiti t'Kineret zoheret beturkiz Vegal sagol kehe eri'a vehitiz Chashavti leatzmi hakol od efshari Kol od anachnu kan sharim Raiti et hasecher patuach lirvacha Vekol shifat hamayim zoheret besimcha Chashavti leatzmi hakol od efshari Kol od anachnu kan sharim Chorus: Hakol patuach od lo me'uchar Matzav haru'ach yishtaper machar Ze yitzchen ze efshari Kol od anachnu kan sharim Hayiti beafula hayiti beElat Uvishmurat Hachula matzati li miklat Chashavti leatzmi hakol od efshari Kol od anachnu kan sharim BeTel Aviv tiyalti chofshi mideaga Le'an shehistakalti hayta li chagiga Chashavti leatzmi hakol od efshari Kol od anachnu kan sharim Hakol patuach......... Galashti baChermon nafalti al ha'af Nifgashti im hamon anashim nashim vataf Chashavti leatzmi hakol od efshari Kol od anachnu kan sharim Ulai hakol patuach ualai lo me'uchar Ulai matzav haruach yishtaper machar Hokol od yitachen hakol od efshari Kol od anachnu kan sharim Hakol patuach.........

EVERYTHING IS STILL OPEN (Hebrew) Naomi Shemer (1930 – 2004) I saw the Sea of Galilee sparkling in turquoise And a purple wave splashed water I thought to myself everything is still possible As long as we are here singing I saw the dam open wide And all the abundance of the water sparkles in joy I thought to myself everything is still possible As long as we are here singing Chorus: Everything is still open, nothing is too late The mood will improve tomorrow It can happen, it's all possible as long as we are here singing I was in Afula and in Elat And in Hachula reserve I found refuge I thought to myself everything is still possible As long as we are here singing I walked in Tel Aviv free of worries Where ever I looked I had a ball I thought to myself everything is still possible As long as we are here singing Everything is still open....... I skied in Mount Chermon and fell on my nose I met a lot of men women and kids I thought to myself everything is still possible As long as we are here singing May be all is still open maybe it is not too late May be the mood will change tomorrow Everything is doable, everything is possible, As long as we are here singing Everything is still open.......

הכל פתוח

ראיתי ת'כנרת סוערת בטורקיז
וגל סגול כהה הריע והתיז,
חשבתי לעצמי הכל עוד אפשרי
כל עוד אנחנו כאן שרים.

ראיתי את הסכר פתוח לרווחה
וכל שפעת המים נוהרת בשמחה,
חשבתי לעצמי הכל עוד אפשרי
כל עוד אנחנו כאן שרים.

הכל פתוח עוד לא מאוחר
מצב הרוח ישתפר מחר
זה יתכן, זה אפשרי -
כל עוד אנחנו כאן שרים.

הייתי בעפולה הייתי באילת
ובשמורת החולה מצאתי לי מקלט,
חשבתי לעצמי הכל עוד אפשרי
כל עוד אנחנו כאן שרים.

בתל אביב טיילתי חופשי מדאגה
לאן שהסתכלתי הייתה לי חגיגה
חשבתי לעצמי הכל עוד אפשרי
כל עוד אנחנו כאן שרים.

הכל פתוח עוד לא מאוחר...

גלשתי בחרמון נפלתי על האף
נפגשתי עם המון אנשים נשים וטף,
חשבתי לעצמי הכל עוד אפשרי
כל עוד אנחנו כאן שרים.

אולי הכל פתוח, אולי לא מאוחר
אולי מצב הרוח ישתפר מחר
הכל עוד ייתכן, הכל עוד אפשרי
כל עוד אנחנו כאן שרים.

הכל פתוח עוד לא מאוחר

You can see it danced here.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 19 Aug 24 - 02:27 PM

My mom used to sing it. Don't ask me whom she learned it from, when or where, she probably didn't know it herself...

BODA Y BAUTIZO (Spanish) Caminito de Toledo Encontré al mozo que me corteja, Quiere casarse conmigo Pero mi madre aún no me deja. Pero yo mucho le quiero Y ha prometido que va a comprarme El vestido y la toquilla, Que yo lo luzca para casarme. (Estribillo) Y con los mozos viene a rondar, así me suele cantar: Mi novia es la más guapa que hay en todo Toledo, Aunque se oponga el mundo Ha de ser mía porque la quiero. Las mocitas de Toledo Van murmurando que no me caso, Porque dicen que mi novio Anda con otras, no me hace caso. Pero yo de eso me río Porque en secreto ayer me dijo Que el día que nos casemos Celebraremos boda y bautizo. (Estribillo) Desde el día de la boda Van murmurando por todo el pueblo Que el niñito que ha nacido No es de mi novio porque no hay tiempo De estas cosas no hago caso Porque mi novio ya estaba al tanto Y a las chicas que preguntan Él les contesta "Vino por radio". (Estribillo)

WEDDING AND BAPTISM On the road to Toledo I met the young man who courts me, He wants to marry me But my mother won't let me yet. But I love him very much And he has promised that he will buy me The dress and the veil For me to flaunt them when I get married. (Chorus) And with the young men he comes to woo, he usually sings to me this way: My fiancée is the prettiest in all of Toledo, Even if the world opposes it She must be mine because I love her. The young women of Toledo Go around murmuring that I don't get married Because they say that my fiancé Goes with others, he doesn't pay attention to me. But I laugh about it Because in secret yesterday he told me That on the day we get married We will celebrate a wedding and a baptism. (Chorus) Since the day of the wedding They've been whispering all over town That the baby boy who was born Isn't my boyfriend's because there's not enough time I don't pay attention to these things Because my boyfriend already knew And to the girls who ask He answers "He came by radio." (Chorus)

Recording by Elvira de Amaya (1904-1973)
Another recording

This song is also known as Caminito de Laredo (no 3rd verse)
Other rendition (ditto)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Aug 24 - 02:18 PM

Traditional song from Western France
This song is usually sung by two persons or one person and a group. "A" sings the first two lines (that is the first line sung twice), "B" repeats them, then "A" sings the next two lines, "B" repeats them, "A" sings the chorus, "B" repeats. The whole process makes the song twice as long.

QUAND L'HERBE EST VERTE (French) Chez mon père, nous étions trois filles (bis) Toutes les trois, on nous marie Quand l'herbe est verte Refrain: Quand l'herbe est verte Le bois bourgeonne Quand l'herbe est verte Toutes les trois, on nous marie Avec trois tailleurs de vignes Quand l'herbe est verte Avec trois tailleurs de vignes Le plus jeune a la plus jolie Quand l'herbe est verte Le plus jeune a la plus jolie Tous les jours ses frères ils lui disent Quand l'herbe est verte Tous les jours ses frères ils lui disent Frère, faut changer de bonne amie Quand l'herbe est verte Frère, faut changer de bonne amie Nous ti donnerons des bois, des vignes Quand l'herbe est verte Nous ti donnerons des bois, des vignes Gardez vos bois, gardez vos vignes Quand l'herbe est verte Gardez vos bois, gardez vos vignes Moi, je garde ma bonne amie. Quand l'herbe est verte

WHEN THE GRASS IS GREEN At my father's, we were three girls (x2) All three of us were married off When the grass is green Chorus: When the grass is green The wood is budding When the grass is green All three of us were married off To three winegrowers When the grass is green To three winegrowers The youngest has the prettiest one When the grass is green The youngest has the prettiest one Every day his brothers tell him When the grass is green Every day his brothers tell him Brother, we must change our true love/sweetheart When the grass is green Brother, we must change our true love/sweetheart We'll give you woods and vineyards When the grass is green We'll give you woods and vineyards Keep your woods, keep your vineyards When the grass is green Keep your woods, keep your vineyards I keep my true love/sweetheart. When the grass is green

You can hear the first verse of it here
The chorus is also used in a different song.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 29 Jul 24 - 07:22 PM

Cruacha Glasa na hÉireann, Irish Gaelic https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=173461

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Jul 24 - 02:24 PM

IL SUFFIRAIT DE PRESQUE RIEN (French) (Gérard Bourgeois 1936-2016 / Jean-Max Rivière 1937- ) first sung by Serge Reggiani Il suffirait de presque rien, Peut-être dix années de moins, Pour que je te dise "Je t'aime". Que je te prenne par la main Pour t'emmener à Saint-Germain, T'offrir un autre café-crème. Mais pourquoi faire du cinéma, Fillette, allons, regarde-moi, Et vois les rides qui nous séparent. À quoi bon jouer la comédie Du vieil amant qui rajeunit, Toi-même ferais semblant d'y croire. Vraiment de quoi aurions-nous l'air ? J'entends déjà les commentaires, "Elle est jolie, comment peut-il encore lui plaire Elle au printemps, lui en hiver". Il suffirait de presque rien, Pourtant personne tu le sais bien, Ne repasse par sa jeunesse. Ne sois pas stupide et comprends, Si j'avais comme toi vingt ans, Je te couvrirais de promesses. Allons, bon, voilà ton sourire, Qui tourne à l'eau et qui chavire, Je ne veux pas que tu sois triste. Imagine ta vie demain, Tout à côté d'un clown en train, De faire son dernier tour de piste. Vraiment de quoi aurais-tu l'air ? J'entends déjà les commentaires, "Elle est jolie, comment peut-il encore lui plaire ? Elle au printemps, lui en hiver". C'est un autre que moi demain, Qui t'emmènera à St-Germain Prendre le premier café crème. Il suffisait de presque rien, Peut-être dix années de moins Pour que je te dise "Je t'aime"

IT WOULD TAKE ALMOST NOTHING It would take almost nothing, Maybe ten years less, For me to tell you "I love you”. For me to take you by the hand To take you to Saint-Germain, To buy you another café crème. But why put on an act? Little girl, come on, look at me, And see the wrinkles that separate us. What's the point of playing the comedy Of the old lover becoming young again, Yourself would pretend to believe it. Really, what would we look like? I can already hear the comments, "She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her She in spring, him in winter." It would take almost nothing, Yet no one you know it well, Goes back to their youth, Don't be stupid and understand, If I were twenty years old like you, I would shower you with promises. Come on, well, there's your smile That turns into water and capsizes, I don't want you to be sad. Imagine your life tomorrow, Right next to a clown Taking his last lap. Really, what would you look like? I can already hear the comments, "She's pretty, how can he still appeal to her She in spring, him in winter." It's another man but me tomorrow Who will take you to Saint-Germain To have the first café crème. Almost nothing was enough, Maybe ten years less For me to tell you "I love you"

Live performance by Serge Reggiani
Live performance by Isabelle Boulay (from her album "Merci Serge Reggiani)
Live performance by Benjamin Biolay and Calogero.
YouTube "Il suffirait de presque rien" Page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Jul 24 - 02:04 AM

In case the page at Joe's link would disappear, here are Gayle's song lyrics and translation ...

LE TOMBE DEI RAVENSWOOD (Italian) Gaetano Donizetti (1797 - 1848) Tombe degli avi miei, l' ultimo avanzo D' una stirpe infelice Deh'! raccogliete voi. - Cessò dell' ira Il breve foco ... sul nemico acciaro Abbandonar mi vo'. Per me la vita E' orrendo peso! ... l'universo intero E' un deserto per me senza Lucia! ... Di liete faci ancora Splende il castello! Ah! scarsa Fu la notte al tripudio! Ingrata donna! Mentr' io mi struggo in disperato pianto Tu ridi, esulti accanto Al felice consorte! Tu delle gioje in seno, io ... della morte! Frà poco a me ricovero Darà negletto avello ... Una pietosa lagrima Non scorrerà sù quello! Fin degli estinti, ahi misero! Manca il conforto a me! Tù pur, tù pur dimentica Quel marmo dispregiato. Mai non passarvi, o barbara, Del tuo consorte a lato ... Rispetta almen le ceneri Di chi morià per tè.

ENGLISH LIBRETTO OR TRANSLATION: Cemetery of Ravenswood Castle Tombs of my fathers, last son of an unhappy race, Receive me, I implore you. My anger's brief fire is quenched...I will fall on my foe's sword. For me, life is a horrible burden! The whole universe is a desert for me without Lucia! Yet the castle gleams with torches...Ah, the night was too short for the revels! Heartless jade! While I pine away in hopeless tears, you laugh and gloat by your happy consort's side! You amid joys, I near to death! Soon this neglected tomb will give me refuge. A compassionate tear will not fall upon it...ah! Alas, for wretched me not even the solace of the dead. You too, forget that despised marble tombstone! Never visit it, o cruel one, by your husband's side. Ah, respect at least the ashes of him who dies for you, Never visit it, forget it exists, respect at least the one who died for you...

Live rendition by Alfredo Kraus
Live rendition by Luciano Pavarotti
Tombe degli avi miei YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Joe Offer
Date: 15 Jul 24 - 05:21 PM

On 15 July, Gayle sang:
Tombe degli avi miei


https://www.opera-arias.com/donizetti/lucia-di-lammermoor/tombe-degli-avi-miei/

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 15 Jul 24 - 05:08 PM

Gaoth Barra na dTonn (Gaoth Barra - aka Gweebarra- of the Waves), Irish Gaelic, https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=13859

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Jul 24 - 02:19 PM

VOTRE FILLE A 20 ANS (French) (Georges Moustaki 1934 – 2013) Votre fille a 20 ans, que le temps passe vite Madame, hier encore elle était si petite Et ses premiers tourments sont vos premières rides Madame, et vos premiers soucis Chacun de ses 20 ans pour vous a compté double Vous connaissiez déjà tout ce qu'elle découvre Vous avez oublié les choses qui la troublent Madame, et vous troublaient aussi On la trouvait jolie, et voici qu'elle est belle Pour un individu presque aussi jeune qu'elle Un garçon qui ressemble à celui pour lequel Madame, vous aviez embelli Ils se font un jardin d'un coin de mauvaise herbe Nouant la fleur de l'âge en un bouquet superbe Il y a bien longtemps qu'on vous a mise en gerbe Madame, le printemps vous oublie Chaque nuit qui vous semble à chaque nuit semblable Pendant que vous rêvez vos rêves raisonnables De plaisir et d'amour ils se rendent coupables Madame, au creux du même lit Mais coupables jamais n'ont eu tant d'innocence Aussi peu de regrets et tant d'insouciance Qu'ils ne demandent même pas votre indulgence Madame, pour leur tendre délit Jusqu'au jour où peut-être, à la première larme À la première peine d'amour et de femme Il ne tiendra qu'à vous de sourire, Madame Madame, pour qu'elle vous sourie, Pour qu'elle vous sourie

YOUR DAUGHTER IS TWENTY YEARS OLD Your daughter is twenty years old, how quickly time passes by! Madam, only yesterday she was so little And her first throes are your first wrinkles Madam, and your first worries Each of her twenty years counted twice for you You already knew all that she discovers You forgot the things that trouble her Madam, and that troubled you, too They thought she was pretty and now she's beautiful For an individual nearly as young as she is A boy who resembles the one for whom Madam, you had become more beautiful They build themselves a garden in a corner of weeds Binding the flower of age in a superb bouquet It's been a very long time since you've been sheaved. Madam, springtime is forgetting about you Each night that seems to you like any other night While you dream your reasonable dreams They're guilty of pleasure and love, Madam, in the pit of the same bed But culprits have never had so much innocence So little regrets and so much light heartedness That they don't even ask your indulgence Madam, for their tender offense Until the day when maybe for her first tear, For her first heartsickness as a woman, It'll be only up to you to smile, Madam Madam, so that she will smile at you So that she will smile at you.

Recording by Serge Reggiani
Recording by Georges Moustaki

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 09 Jul 24 - 09:42 PM

8 July 2024 singaround

Priosún Chluain Meala the gaol of Clonmel, Irish Gaelic lament

Fuireach An-Diugh Gus A-Màireach also known as Bun a' Chip and Bheart-Fighe Scottish Gaelic weaving song

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 08 Jul 24 - 02:25 PM

LA CABRA PERDUDA / GA* LEMOSIN (Occitan - Provençal dialect) Mon paire m'a maridada Ga lemosin A-n un cabrièr m'a donada Ga lemosin Begon, beguin, la mistonzès Lo cap de beguin, tricon de beguin Trincà beringà. A-n un cabrièr m'a donada… Eu m'a fach gardar lei cabras... Eu m'a fach gardar lei cabras Ai perdut la mieus marcada Ai perdut la mieus marcada Un bergièr me l'a trobada Un bergièr me l'a trobada Bergier, rende-me ma cabra Bergier, rende-me ma cabra Te darai un bòn fromatge Te darai un bòn fromatge O te darai mon còr en gatge** O te darai mon còr en gatge Ame mai un bòn fromatge Ame mai un bòn fromatge Que totei lei còrs en gatge Que totei lei còrs en gatge Siás lo colhon de ton vilatge Siás lo colhon de ton vilatge Chanjar lo còr per lo fromatge.

THE LOST NANNY GOAT My father married me off, Ga lemosin He gave me to a goatherd Ga lemosin Begon, beguin, la mistonzès Lo cap de beguin, tricon de beguin Trincà beringà He gave me to a goatherd Who made me watch the goats Who made me watch the goats I lost the best marked I lost the best marked A shepherd found it for me A shepherd found it for me Shepherd, give my nanny goat back to me Shepherd, give my nanny goat back to me I'll give you a good cheese I'll give you a good cheese Or I'll give you my heart as a pledge* Or I'll give you my heart as a pledge I prefer a good cheese I prefer a good cheese To all the hearts as a pledge To all the hearts as a pledge You're the simpleton of your village You're the schmuck of your village To change the heart for the cheese.

*Can be found as "Gai Lemosin" (= Cheerful Lemosin [Limousin dweller])
**"heart as a pledge" could also be an euphemism for "virginity".

The lines in italics have no real or useful meaning.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Jul 24 - 05:49 AM

Gerry wrote, "I sang El Condor Pasa, first with the English lyrics written by Paul Simon, then with the Spanish lyrics written by Armando Robles Godoy.
The tune, same for both versions, was composed by Daniel Alomías Robles based on a traditional Quechua tune."
Wikipedia entry for the song if you want more information about it.

EL CONDOR PASA (Armando Robles Godoy/Daniel Alomías Robles) Prefiero ser un cóndor que un gorrión y volar sin soñar y sin canción. Prefiero ser un árbol que una flor y crecer sin temer y sin dolor. Buscar sin encontrar jamás sin descansar sin fe ni paz. Partir y nunca regresar y así vivir y así pasar. Y así pasar. Prefiero ser el beso que el amor y olvidar sin llorar y sin rencor. Prefiero ser la lluvia sobre el mar y morir sin sufrir y sin cesar. Buscar sin regresar jamás sin encontrar sin fe ni paz. Partir y nunca descansar y así vivir y así pasar. Y así pasar

THE CONDOR PASSES (Translated by Google Translate) I'd rather be a condor than a sparrow and fly without dreaming and without song. I'd rather be a tree than a flower and grow without fear and without pain. Search without ever finding without resting without faith or peace. Leave and never return and thus live and so pass. And so pass. I prefer to be the kiss than the love and forget without crying and without resentment. I prefer to be the rain on the sea and die without suffering and without ceasing. Search without ever returning without finding without faith or peace. Leave and never rest and thus live and so pass. And so pass.

Elsie Chahua a school girl rehearsing before participating in an Arte-MALI interschool competition in 2013.
Another school children rendition.
Live rendition by Nancy Manchego on FB.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Jul 24 - 05:18 AM

On Monday, Gerry sang "Klaybt zikh tsunoyf" (Gather Together)

KLAYBT ZIKH TSUNOYF (Michael Alpert 1954 - ) Klaybt zikh tsunoyf, mayne shvester un briderlekh, Un lomir zikh freyen, vos mir zaynen yidelekh. Genug shoyn tsu veynen mit hertser farvundete, Vayl mir zaynen ale vi kroyvim farbundete. Khotsh ikh bin gekumen tsu aykh fun der vayter velt, Ir zayt mir ale, oy, tayerer nokh fun gelt. To lomir zikh freyen biz in vaysn tog arayn, Mit hartsike lider un mit fule flashkes vayn. Ya-day-da-day A l'khayim tsu makhn mit fraynt, oy, s'iz tayer-zis Az lider zey zingen zikh, tupn zikh mit di fis A koyse tsu makhn bay fremde iz oykhet gut Ober bay fraynt iz es zis vi bay eygenem blut A shnepsl tsu makhn ken zayn mamesh a genis Ober a lidl tsu zingen iz take zis To zingt-zhe shoyn mit, oy, khaverimlekh tayere Un fargest shoyn di zorgn un di tsores ayere Ya-day-da-day In aza velt fun aveyres un blutikayt, S'iz gring zikh tsu valgern fun emese tsiln vayt. In aza velt a sakh mentshn farblondzhn zikh: Amol ver ikh oykh azoy, biz vanet khap ikh zikh. Az tsu zayn gliklekh, oy, iz nor in zikh gevent, Un yedns mazl, oy, ligt in di eygene hent. To zingt nor dos lidl tsu, frayndelekh tay'rinke, Un vert shoyn bamutikt in di hertser ay'rinke.

GATHER TOGETHER Gather together, sisters and brothers, And let's be rejoice that we're Jews. Enough crying with wounded hearts: We're bound together like family! Though I've come from across the world, You are dearer to me than anything else, So let's live it up 'til the break of day With heartfelt songs & full bottles of wine. Ya-day-da-day To make a toast with friends, oh, it's sweet. When songs are sung, the feet tap along. A drink with strangers is also good, But with friends, it's sweet, like with family A shot of booze can be a real treat. But to sing a song is truly sweet. So sing along, dear comrades And forget your worries and troubles. Ya-day-da-day In this world of wrongdoing and bloodshed, It's easy to stray from our true goals. In such a world, many become lost: I do too, sometimes, until I remember. That happiness depends on oneself, And our fortunes lie in our own hands So join in this song, dearest friends, And let your hearts take courage from it.

Recording by Brave New World
Live rendition in Erfurt by Kadya Choir
Live rendition in Weimar by Kadya Choir

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Jul 24 - 05:17 AM

On June 24th someone (I suppose Jim) sang "I skovens dybe stille ro ("In the deep quiet tranquility of the forest," in Danish.

I SKOVENS DYBE STILLE RO

I skovens dybe, stille ro,
hvor sangerhære bo,
hvor sjælen lytted mangen gang
til fuglens glade sang,
der er idyllisk stille fred
i skovens ensomhed,
og hjertets længsler tie her,
hvor fred og hvile er.

Hør landsbyklokken lyder ned,
bebuder aftenfred,
småfuglen, før den går til blund,
end kvidrer lidt en stund.
I mosen kvækker højt en frø,
stærkt damper mark og sø,
nu klokken tier, – aftnens fred
sig stille sænker ned.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 01 Jul 24 - 02:37 PM

LA PINOTTA (Italian) |:"O Pinotta, bella Pinotta*, una grazia vorrei da te.":| |:"Dimmi, dimmi che grazia vuoi?" "Una notte a dormir con te.":| |:"Vieni, o vieni a l'undic' ore quando mamma e papà non c'è.":| |:"L'undic' ore son già suonate. Oi Pinotta, vien giù da me.":| |:"Sono scalza in camiciola; dammi il tempo da rivestir.":| |:"Cosa importa che tu ti vesta, quando nuda tu piaci a me.":| |:La Pinotta a quindic'anni Era mamma di un bel bambin.:| |:Era biondo e ricciolino Assomigliava a suo papà.:| |:"Lo porteremo a battezare Nella chiesa di San Martin.:| |:Li metteremo tre bei nomi Piero, Paulo e Giovanin.:| |:Faremo fare tre bei mestieri Furbo, ladro e ciavarin."**:|

JOSIE "O Josie, beautiful Josie, I would like a favor from you, "Tell me, tell me what grace do you want?" "A night to sleep with you." "Come, oh come at eleven When mom and dad aren't around." "Eleven have already struck. Hey Josie come down to me." "I'm barefoot in my nightie; Give me time to dress." "What does it matter if you dress, When I like you naked." Fifteen-year-old Josie Was the mother of a beautiful baby boy He was blonde and curly He looked like his dad "We will take him to be baptized In the church of San Martin We'll give him three beautiful names Peter, Paul and Johnny. We'll have him do 3 fine jobs Cheater, thief and swindler."

*Pinotta/Pinota is a pet name for Josephine (Giuseppina)
**Double entendre: "When he grows up they will send him to learn three 'jobs' which in reality are not professions, but rather loving skills: the cunning of stealing the girl's consent, the ability to steal her virginity and the ability to be an expert "fucker"! In Veneto we say "ciave" for key and we mean something else (again due to the usual symbolism common in many popular traditions between the key and the keyhole)." by Cattia Salto at Terre Celtiche -You'll find some different sets of lyrics on her page.

Live rendition by El Canfin.

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

LA JAVA DES BOMBES ATOMIQUES (1955 - French) Boris Vian (1920-1959) / Alain Goraguer (1931-2023) Mon oncle, un fameux bricoleur Faisait en amateur des bombes atomiques Sans avoir jamais rien appris C'était un vrai génie question travaux pratiques Il s'enfermait toute la journée Au fond de son atelier, pour faire ses expériences Et le soir il rentrait chez nous Et nous mettait en transe en nous racontant tout Pour fabriquer une bombe A Mes enfants croyez-moi, c'est vraiment de la tarte La question du détonateur se résout en un quart d'heure C'est de celles qu'on écarte En ce qui concerne la bombe H C'est pas beaucoup plus vache mais une chose me tourmente C'est que celles de ma fabrication N'ont qu'un rayon d'action de trois mètres cinquante Y a quelque chose qui cloche là-dedans J'y retourne immédiatement Il a bossé pendant des jours Tâchant avec amour d'améliorer le modèle Quand il déjeunait avec nous Il avalait d'un coup sa soupe au vermicelle On voyait à son air féroce Qu'il tombait sur un os, mais on n'osait rien dire Et pis un soir pendant le repas V'là tonton qui soupire et qui s'écrie comme ça À mesure que je deviens vieux Je m'en aperçois mieux, j'ai le cerveau qui flanche Soyons sérieux, disons le mot, C'est même plus un cerveau C'est comme de la sauce blanche Voilà des mois et des années Que j'essaye d'augmenter la portée de ma bombe Et je n' me suis pas rendu compte que la seule chose qui compte C'est l'endroit où ce qu'elle tombe Y a quelque chose qui cloche là-dedans J'y retourne immédiatement Sachant proche le résultat Tous les grands chefs d'État lui ont rendu visite Il les reçut et s'excusa De ce que sa cagna était aussi petite Mais sitôt qu'ils sont tous entrés Il les a enfermés, en disant "soyez sages" Et, quand la bombe a explosé De tous ces personnages, il n'est plus rien resté Tonton devant ce résultat Ne se dégonfla pas et joua les andouilles Au Tribunal on l'a traîné et devant les jurés Le voilà qui bafouille Messieurs c'est un hasard affreux Mais je jure devant Dieu en mon âme et conscience En détruisant tous ces tordus Je suis bien convaincu d'avoir servi la France On était dans l'embarras Alors on l' condamna et puis on l'amnistia Et le pays reconnaissant L'élut immédiatement chef du gouvernement

THE ATOMIC BOMBS JAVA My uncle a first-rate handyman Would make atomic bombs as an amateur. Without ever having learned anything He was a true genius practical work-wise He would shut himself in all day At the back of his workshop to do his experiments And in the evening, he came to our house And put us in a trance by telling us everything "To build an A bomb, My children, believe me, it's really a piece of cake. The question of the detonator is solved in a quarter of an hour, That is ruled out. As far as the H bomb is concerned It isn't much harsher but one thing torments me It's that those of my making Only have a range of three and a half meters. There is something wrong with this, I'm going back to it at once." He slogged away during days Trying with love to improve the design. When he had lunch with us He swallowed his vermicelli soup in one gulp. We saw by his fierce look That he'd hit a snag but we didn't dare say anything. And then one evening during the meal There is Unc sighing and exclaiming like this: "As I'm growing old I notice better that my brain is giving out. Let us be serious, let's say the word, That's not even a brain any more It's like white sauce. For months and years I've been trying to increase the range of my bomb. And haven't even realized that the only thing that matters Is the location where it falls. There is something wrong with this I'm going back to it immediately." Knowing the result was close All the heads of state paid him a visit. He welcomed them and apologized For his shack being so small. But as soon as they all entered He locked them in telling them "Behave!" And when the bomb exploded, Of all this characters, nothing was left. Before this result Unc Didn't chicken out and played the dummy. At the court house he was dragged and in front of the jurors There he stammers, "Sirs, it's an awful coincidence But I swear before God that in my soul and conscience By destroying all of those weirdos I am convinced I've served France." They were in a difficult position So, they condemned him and then they pardoned him. And the grateful country Immediately elected him as Head of the Government

Recording by Boris Vian
Live rendition by Serge Régiani
Live rendition by Andrea Lindsay
Recording by Serge Reggiani

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 27 May 24 - 02:27 PM

LO CURAT DEL CASTERÀ [Monsenh l' curat del Casterà Sap jogar de la guitarà] x2 Pren son fusil se'n va caçar Repic [Sap jogar de la guitareta Sap jogar de la guitarà] x2 Perdics ni lèbre tròba pas Sonque Marion jos un albar "Marion te vòli confessar! -Monsenh l' curat com' vos plairà! -Nos cau anar darrèr l'autar!" L'autar se bota a tremblar E las cadièras a dançar Las campanetas a tindar "De la gleisa se'n cau anar Al bòsc tornèm nos estujar" Quand son al bòsc darrèr l'albar Lo lop se bota a urlar E las graulhòtas a ranar Sèrps e luzèrts a chiolar "Monsenh l' curat se'n cau anar Io per aicí vos per enlà! -As plan rason, se'n cau anar Lo diable sembla se'n mainar!"

THE PRIEST FROM EL CASTERÀ [The Priest from El Casterà Knows how to play the guitar] x2 He takes his shotgun and goes to hunt Chorus [He knows how to play the (little) guitar He knows how to play the guitar] x2 He doesn't find partridges nor hare Only Marion under an aspen "Marion, I want to confess you! - Father, as you'd like!" "We must go behind the altar!" The altar starts shaking And the chairs to dance (move) The little bells to ring. "We must leave the church, Let's go back to hide in the wood." When they were in the wood, behind the aspen, The wolf started to howl And the frogs to croak, Snakes and lizards to hiss. "Father, we must go away, I, this way here, you, that way there!" "You're very right, we must leave, The devil seems to meddle in!"

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 May 24 - 07:32 PM

On Monday 13th, Gerry sang...

LACH YERUSHALAYIM - Transliteration Amos Ettinger (1937-2023) / Eli Rubinstein (1959 -) Lach Yerushalayim, bein chomot hair. Lach Yerushalayim or chadash ya'ir. Chorus (sung twice between stanzas) B'libeinu, b'libeinu rak shir echad kayam. Lach Yerushalayim, beyn yarden vayam. Lach Yerushalayim, nof k'dumim vahod. Lach Yerushalayim, lach razim vasod. (Chorus) Lach Yerushalayim, shir nisa tamid. Lach Yerushalayim, ir migdal David (Chorus)

FOR YOU JERUSALEM For you Jerusalem, between city walls For you Jerusalem, a new light will shine Chorus In our hearts only one song exists, For you Jerusalem, between the Jordan and the sea For you Jerusalem, an ancient and glorious view For you Jerusalem, mysteries and a secret (Chorus) For you, Jerusalem, we carry a song forever For you, Jerusalem, city of David's tower (Chorus)

לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם

.לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם, בֵּין חוֹמוֹת הָעִיר
.לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם, אוֹר חָדָשׁ יָאִיר

.בְּלִבֵּנוּ, בְּלִבֵּנוּ רַק שִׁיר אֶחָד קַיָּם
.לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם, בֵּין יַרְדֵּן וָיָם

.לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם, נוֹף קְדוּמִים וָהוֹד
.לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם, לָךְ רָזִים וָסוֹד

...בְּלִבֵּנוּ

לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם, שִׁיר נִשָּׂא תָּמִיד
.לָךְ יְרוּשָׁלַיִם, עִיר מִגְדַּל דָּוִד

...בְּלִבֵּנוּ

Recording by The Amranim
Recording by Chaika (a very different style!)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 May 24 - 07:17 PM

On May 6th, Adam Fenech also sang L'estaca (1968). The lyrics describe the struggle for freedom using a metaphor of being tied to a stake, itself a metaphor for Francoist Spain.(Wikipedia)

L'ESTACA (Catalan) Lluís Llac (1948 - ) L'avi Siset em parlava de bon matí al portal, Mentres el sol esperàvem i els carros vèiem passar. Siset, que no veus l'estaca a on estem tots lligats? Si no podem desfer-nos-en mai no podrem caminar! Cor Si estirem tots ella caurà i molt de temps no pot durar, Segur que tomba, tomba, tomba, ben corcada deu ser ja. Si tu l'estires fort per aquí i jo l'estiro fort per allà, Segur que tomba, tomba, tomba i ens podrem alliberar. Però Siset, fa molt temps ja les mans se'm van escorxant I quan la força se me'n va ella es més ample i més gran. Ben cert sé que està podrida pero és que, Siset, pesa tant Que a cops la força m'oblida, torna'm a dir el teu cant (Cor) L'avi Siset ja no diu res, mal vent que se'l va emportar, Ell qui sap cap a quin indret i jo a sota el portal. I, quan passen els nous vailets, estiro el coll per cantar El darrer cant d'en Siset, el darrer que em va ensenyar. (Cor)

THE STAKE Old/Grandpa Siset* was talking to me early in the morning on the portal, While we waited for the sunrise and watched the carts go by. Siset, can't you see the stake we're all tied to? If we can't get rid of it, we'll never be able to walk! Chorus If we all pull, it will fall and it can't last long, Sure it will fall, it will fall, it will fall, it must be worm-eaten/rotten already. If you pull it hard towards here and I pull it hard towards there, Sure it will fall, it will fall, it will fall and we can break free. But Siset, my hands have been peeling for a long time And when the strength leaves me, it gets wider and bigger. I pretty well know it's rotten, but Siset, it weighs so much That sometimes the force forgets [fails] me, tell me your song again (Chorus) Grandpa Siset doesn't say anything anymore, a bad wind took him away, He who knows where and I under the porch. And, when the new young men pass, I crane my neck to sing Siset's last song, the last one he taught me. (Chorus)

*L'avi Siset was inspired by Narcís Llansa i Tubau

Lluís Llach's live rendition (1976 - Barcelona Sports Palace)
Lluís Llach's live rendition (Rivas Vaciamadrid -Madrid 2004/06/25)
Lluís Llach's live rendition with the audience (2017/07/20).

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 May 24 - 07:06 PM

On May 6th Adam Fenech sang the French Canadian song...

AH, TOI, BELLE HIRONDELLE (French) Ah toi belle hirondelle qui voles ici As-tu vu dans ces îles mon Alexis ? Va-t'en lui parler à l'oreille de mes amours Je resterai sage et fidèle pour son retour L'oiseau qu'est tout aimable prit sa volée Dans son léger plumage s'en est allé Traversant les mers et les terres sans s'y lasser Tout droit sur le mât du navire s'est reposé L'aperçoit dans la hune du bâtiment Alexis se lamente en le voyant Ne pleure pas amant fidèle écoute-moi J'ai des compliments de ta belle qui sont pour toi L'amant plein de surprise l'entend parler Reçoit bonne nouvelle, l'a salué Elle t'a donné son cœur en gage et ses amours Elle restera sage et fidèle pour ton retour Je te salue, la belle, salut à toi Ton petit cœur en gage donne-le-moi Je suis parti pour un voyage dans les longs cours Je te donnerai de mes nouvelles à mon retour À mon retour à mon retour

AH, YOU, BEAUTIFUL SWALLOW Ah you, beautiful swallow who fly here Have you seen my Alexis in these islands? Go and talk in his ear about my love I'll remain true/good* and faithful for his return The very kind bird took off In its light plumage it left Crossing seas and lands without getting tired Straight on the ship's mast it rested (or "it sat again") It sees him on the maintop of the ship Alexis laments when he sees it "Don't cry faithful lover, listen to me I have compliments from your sweetheart [that are] for you" The very surprised lover hears it speak He welcomes the good news, [he] greets it, "She gave you her heart as a pledge** and her love She'll remain true and faithful for your return" "I greet you, beauty, greetings to you Your little heart as a pledge, give it to me I left for a long, long-hawl trip I'll give you news when I get back When I get back, when I get back

*"sage" in this case means "good, well-behaved" i.e. "I won't cheat on him / I won't sleep with anybody else".
**One's "heart as a pledge" was also euphemism for virginity.

ANOTHER VERSION Ah toi belle hirondelle qui voles ici N’as-tu pas vu dans ces îles mon Alexis Qui est parti dans les voyages en ces long jours ? Il te donnera des nouvelles de son retour. L’oiseau qu'est tout aimable s’est envolé. Avec son léger plumage s'en est allé, A traversé l’eau et la mer sans se lasser, Dessus les mâts de cette flotte s’est reposé. A-t-aperçu la hune du bâtiment, Alexis se lamente en naviguant. "Parle-moi donc, amant fidèle, parle-moi donc !" "Je viens de la part de ta belle." L’amant plein de surprise d’entendr’ parler, De savoir des nouvelles d’ sa bien-aimée: Tu lui diras, belle hirondelle, qu’à mes amours, Je lui serai chaste et fidèle, à mon retour.

Ah you beautiful swallow who fly here Have you not seen my Alexis in these islands He went to sail in these long days? He will give you news of his return. The kind bird has flown away. With its light plumage, it left, It crossed the water and the sea without tiring, Above the masts of this fleet, it rested (or "it sat again"). It glimpsed the maintop of the vessel Alexis laments while sailing. "Do speak to me, faithful lover, do speak to me!" "I come from your sweetheart". (lit. beautiful one) The lover, very surprised to hear someone speak, To hear news about his beloved, "You will tell her, beautiful swallow, to my love, I will be chaste and faithful to her when I return."

You can see a version of this song on Marius Barbeau's Le Rossignol y chante p. 43 of the book -p. 47 of the document with this comment…
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The critical text of this song is taken from eight versions collected from Beauharnois to Prince Edward Island from 1917 to 1926. The melodies reproduced here are that of Father P. Arseneault, transcribed by his vicar the Abbot Gallant, in Mont-Carmel (Prince Edward Island) (Phono, 12) and that of E.Z. Massicotte from Montreal, collected in 1917 (Phono, 507). Mr. Massicote learned it from Charles Belleau, ship carpenter in Lévis, around 1890.
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Recording by Jacques Labrecque (1917-1995)
1976 live rendition by Garolou
1996 live rendition by 20 years older Garolou!

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 May 24 - 01:56 PM

On Monday April 29th Terry sang "La bruja". Here are the lyrics and translation of his version

LA BRUJA (Spanish) ¡Ay! qué bonito es volar, a las dos de la mañana, a las dos de la mañana, ¡ay! qué bonito es volar, ay mamá! Volar y dejarse caer, en los brazos de una dama ¡Ay! qué bonito es volar, a las dos de la mañana, ay mamá! Me agarra la bruja, me lleva a su casa, me vuelve maceta y una calabaza. Me agarra la bruja, me lleva al cerrito, me sienta en sus piernas me da de besitos. ¡Ay! dígame, dígame, dígame usted, ¿cuántas criaturitas se ha chupado usted? Ninguna, ninguna, ninguna no sé, ando en pretensiones de chuparme a usted. A la bruja me encontré que en el aire iba volando Que en el aire iba volando, a la bruja me encontré, ay mamá Y entonces le pregunté que a quién andaba buscando. Me dijo: ¿quién es usted? Soy cantador de huapango, ¡ay mamá! Me agarra…

THE WITCH Oh! How nice it is to fly, at two in the morning, At two in the morning, oh! how beautiful it is to fly, oh mom! To fly and fall into the arms of a lady Oh! How nice it is to fly, at two in the morning, oh mom! The witch grabs me and takes me to her house, She turns me into a pot and a pumpkin. The witch grabs me and takes me to the hill, She sits me on her lap and gives me kisses. Oh! tell me, tell me, tell me, How many little creatures did you drink from? None, none, none I don't know, I'm trying to drink from you. I met the witch who was flying in the air, Who was flying in the air, I met the witch, oh mom! And then I asked her whom she was looking for. She told me: Who are you? I am a huapango singer, oh mom! The witch grabs me...

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 13 May 24 - 02:28 PM

MON PÈRE (French) -1972- sung by Sylvie Vartan (Michel Mallory / Marcel Benoit) Que la maison me parait vide Sans son désordre et sans sa voix Ça me semble encore impossible Pourtant il y a deux ans déjà Ma mère a rangé tous ses livres Et ses outils de jardinier Tous ces objets qu'il faisait vivre Qui eux aussi vont s'ennuyer Il ne parlait pas de la guerre Pourtant mon héros c'était lui J'étais si fière qu'il soit mon père Fière de m'appeler comme lui Ses colères étaient des tempêtes Lorsque j'avais désobéi Et puis il pleurait en cachette Parce que j'avais un premier prix C'était plus que de la tendresse Qu'il avait pour tous nos rosiers Il peignait avec maladresse C'était toujours moi qui posais Je sais bien que je lui ressemble Je suis têtue comme il l'était J'ai ses yeux et ses côtés tendres Et j'aime tout ce qu'il aimait C'était mon ami et mon frère Et tous mes souvenirs d'enfant C'était mon ami et mon père Et il me manque bien souvent

MY FATHER How much the house seems empty to me Without his disorder and without his voice It still seems impossible to me Yet it's already been two years My mother put away all his books And his gardener's tools All these objects that he brought to life, They too will be bored He didn't talk about the war Yet my hero was him I was so proud he was my father Proud to bear his name His angers were storms When I had disobeyed And then he cried in secret Because I had a first prize It was more than tenderness That he had for all our rose bushes He painted clumsily I was always the one who posed I know I look like him I'm stubborn like he was I have his eyes and his tender sides And I love everything he loved He was my friend and my brother And all my childhood memories He was my friend and my father And I miss him very often

Sylvie Vartan's First recording of the song.
Sylvie Vartan's Live rendition (much later).

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 May 24 - 02:14 PM

BEN VENI MAGG (Piedmontese) Ritornello Ben, ben, veni magg Ben, ben, veni magg Quand ch'a turna 'l meis 'd magg O vui padruna si völi nèn chërdi che ‘l Magg sia rivà facév’ d’la finestra e lu vedrài piantà Guardé la nostra spusa cum’a l’e’ bin duba’ a smija la fiur del pèrsi quand ch’a l’é butuna’ Guardé la nostra spusa che bel vestì ch’a l’à chissà chi l’à cumprailu sarà la sua mamà Guardé la nostra spusa che bel capel ch’a l’à chissà chi l’à cumpràilu sarà ‘l so papà Guardé la nostra spusa che bel anel ch’a l’à chissà chi l’à cumpràilu sarà ‘l so’ ‘namurà O vui padruna si völi paghé* Nijait suma da viagi e via duvum 'nde O vui padruna che l'evi pagà Preguma sant'Antoni ch'av deja la sanità O vui padruna che l'evi pagà nen Ji scalabrun an testa e le vespe an sen

WELCOME MAY Chorus Welcome may When the month of May comes O you mistress if you don't want to believe that May has arrived Look out the window and you will see it planted Look at our bride how beautifully adorned she is She looks like the peach blossom when it has buds Look at our bride what a beautiful dress she has Who knows who bought it for her, might be her mother Look at our bride what a beautiful hat she has Who knows who bought it for her, might be his dad Look at our bride what a beautiful ring she has Who knows who bought it for her, might be her lover O you mistress if you want to pay* We are traveling and we have to go Oh you, mistress who have paid We pray St Anthony to grant you health O you mistress who have not paid [We wish you] hornets in your head and wasps in your breast.

*Note from Cattia: "paghé" to rhyme with "andé" with the sense of "if you want to make a donation -money or food".

Recording by Canto Vivo.
Live rendition of a different by version Tre Martelli, an Italian folk and traditional music band (Official website -in Italian).

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 29 Apr 24 - 02:25 PM

You understand it as you see fit...

LA PHOTOGRAPHIE G. Goublier & J. Coste / J.Coste - Adapt. Ch. de Mussan Entre ses doigts on prend l’cliché Et puis à l’instar de Gribouille Pour qu’il n’entre pas trop séché Dans son petit bain on le mouille Ceci fait délicatement Sans secousse, avec minutie On commence le développement, L' développement d' la photographie Le cliché baignant dans son bain Il faut alors sans maladresse Agiter jusqu'à c' que l' dessin De l’image tout à coup se dresse C’est là la grande précaution Il faut remuer l’effigie Pendant toute l’opération Pour faire une bonne photographie Le cliché monte, il se maintient À merveille sur la plaque sensible Attention, voilà que ça vient Que ça vient aussi bien qu' possible Il n' s'agit pas en vérité Après autant de minutie D' n'avoir à la fin qu’un raté En guise de photographie C’est fini, faut pas s’énerver L’opération est complète Il n' reste plus pour le laver Qu'à mettre l’ cliché dans une cuvette Et si l’plaisir est sans pareil Qu'on a pris à toute cette chimie On recharge son appareil Pour faire une autre photographie

THE PHOTOGRAPH Between our fingers we take the picture And then like Gribouille*, To avoid its coming in too dry, In its little bath we wet him. This is done delicately, Without shaking, with care, We begin the development The development of the photograph The shot bathing in its bath We then must without clumsiness Shake it until the drawing Of the image suddenly arises This is the great precaution We must move the effigy During the entire operation To take a good photograph The picture rises, it holds up Wonderfully on sensitive plate, Watch out, here it comes, It comes as well as possible No question, really, After so much meticulousness, To get in the end only a failure As a photograph It's over, don't get upset, The operation is complete There is no more left, in order to wash it, Than to put the picture in a basin And if the pleasure we took From all this chemistry is without equal, We recharge our device To take another photograph

* Gribouille is originally a popular character who throws himself into the water for fear of the rain.

Recording by Pauline Carton

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 27 Apr 24 - 03:16 AM

On Monday, Gerry sang...

YOU AND I Arik Einstein (1939-2013) / Miki Gavrielov (1949 - ) You and I we'll change the world you and I by then all will follow Others have said it before me but doesn't matter you and I we'll change the world. You and I we'll try from the beginning it will be tough for us, no matter, it's not too bad! Others have said it before me but it doesn't matter you and I we'll change the world.

ANI VE'ATA (Transliteration) Ani ve'ata neshaneh et ha'olam ani ve'ata az yavo'u kvar kulam Amru et zeh kodem lefanai lo meshaneh, ani ve'ata neshaneh et ha'olam. Ani ve'ata nenaseh mehahat'chalah yihyeh lanu ra ein davar zeh lo nora. Amru et zeh kodem lefanai zeh lo meshaneh, ani ve'ata neshaneh et ha'olam.

Lyrics in Hebrew characters

אני ואתה

אני ואתה נשנה את העולם,
אני ואתה אז יבואו כבר כולם,
אמרו את זה קודם לפני,
לא משנה - אני ואתה נשנה את העולם.

אני ואתה ננסה מההתחלה,
יהיה לנו רע, אין דבר זה לא נורא,
אמרו את זה קודם לפני,
זה לא משנה - אני ואתה נשנה את העולם.

אני ואתה נשנה את העולם,
אני ואתה אז יבואו כבר כולם,
אמרו את זה קודם לפני,
לא משנה - אני ואתה נשנה את העולם.

I borrowed the translation and transliteration from Hebrew Songs (there's a singable English version at the bottom of the page) and followed their link to the lyrics in Hebrew characters.

You can find a set of Hebrew lyrics including the vowels on Hebrew Language.com.

Live rendition by Arik Einstein with original lyrics, transliteration and English translation in the subtitles.
Recording by Arik Einstein

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Apr 24 - 02:27 PM

IL M'A VUE NUE (1927 - French) Lyrics Max Eddy – Rip / Music Fred Pearly - Pierre Chagnon Un soir, je faisais une pleine eau. Pour tout maillot, j'avais la peau, Nul ne pouvait me voir Que le ciel noir. La lune soudain vint s'exhiber, J'allais lui dire: "Ta bouche, Phoebé!" Quand j'entendis près d' moi Un cri d'émoi. Y avait un homme sur un rocher, Pas assez haut. L'homme a fait "Ah!" et moi, Dans l'eau, Moi, j'ai fait "Oh!" Refrain Il m'a vue nue, Toute nue, Sans cache-truc ni soutien-machins, J'en ai rougi jusqu'aux vaccins. Il m'a vue nue, Toute nue, Je me suis, par respect humain, Voilé la face de mes deux mains. Mais je crois bien Que par ce geste irréfléchi J'ai négligé d' voiler quelques petits chichis. Il m'a vue nue, Toute nue, Plus que nue. Pendant qu'il descendait d' ce rocher, Moi, je me suis mise à nager. J'atterris rapid'ment, J' prends mes vêt'ments. Mais, comme un gibier à poil, voilà Qu'il me poursuivit, oh ! Là ! Là ! J' cours pour le dépister Sans m'arrêter, Et je pensais : Il va me rejoindre bientôt, Pourvu qu'il ne perce pas mon incognito. Refrain Il m'a vue nue, Toute nue, Il était parti comme un dard, Mais je n'ai pas eu de retard Il m'a vue nue, Toute nue. Je suis une jeun' fille, c'est net, Un peu dans l' genre de Miss Helyett. Car je me dis, depuis cette fatale nuit, Je n' peux pas épouser un autre homme que lui Il m'a vue nue, Tell'ment nue, Super-nue.

HE SAW ME NAKED One evening I had a bath in the sea, As a swimsuit I only had my skin, No one could see me But the black sky. The moon suddenly came to show itself, I was going to tell her, "Shut up, Phoebe!" When I heard near me A cry of emotion. There was a man on a rock, Not high enough. The man said "Ah!" and I, In the water, Said "Oh!" Chorus He saw me naked, All naked, Without hiding-thingy(1) or supporting-thingamabob(2), I blushed up to my vaccine marks*. He saw me naked, All naked, I, out of human respect, Covered my face with my two hands. But I believe That by this thoughtless gesture I neglected to cover up a few little quibbles. He saw me naked, All naked, More than naked. While he was coming down from this rock, I started swimming. I landed quickly, I took my clothes. But, like a furred game(3), there you go, He pursued me, oh! dear! I ran without stopping To disorient him, And I was thinking: "He'll catch up with me soon, Let's hope that he doesn't penetrate my incognito." Chorus He saw me naked, All naked, He had dashed off like a stinger/spear(4), But I wasn't late(5) He saw me naked, All naked. I am a young girl, that’s clear, A bit like Miss Helyett(6). Because I've been telling myself, since that fatal night, I can't marry another man but him He saw me naked, So naked, Super-naked.

(1) = euphemism for "cache-sexe": G string
(2) = euphemism for "soutien-gorge" : bra (lit. "bosom support")
* The smallpox vaccine shot was usually done on the high part of the thigh or the arm.
(3) "à poil" (pun): furred but also slang for "naked"
(4) "dard" (pun): stinger, spear and also one of the many slang words for penis, so you can imagine what this "dash off" refers to.
(5) (pun) Lit. "I had no delay/lateness" usually refers to a woman's period.
(6) Miss Helyett is an opérette that depicts the complications ensuing when the excessively puritanical heroine believes herself duty-bound to marry an unknown man who, in rescuing her from a serious fall in the Pyrenees, has been unable to avoid seeing the exposed lower half of her body. -Wiki

(7) Alternate version sung by Mistinguett: no 2nd verse. 2nd chorus as…
Il m'a vue nue, (He saw me naked)
Toute nue, (All naked)
J' veux oublier c' qui s'est passé (I want to forget what happened)
D'autant plus qu'il n'y a rien d' cassé. (All the more as there's nothing broken)
Et je me dis, depuis cette fatale nuit, (And I've been telling myself, since that fatal night)
Je n' peux pas épouser un autre homme que lui (I can't marry another man but him)
Il m'a vue nue, (He saw me naked)
Tell'ment nue,   (So naked)
Super-nue. (Super-naked.)

Recording by Emma Liébel
Recording by Mistinguett.
Recording by Pia Colombo

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Apr 24 - 03:44 AM

On Monday Gerry sang…

A SONG FOR PEACE (Hebrew) Lyrics: Yaakov Rotblit (1945 - ), music: Yair Rosenblum (1944 - ). Allow the sun to rise, The morning to light up. The strength of prayers Will not bring us back. He whose candle passed away And is lying in dust, Bitter tears won't wake him up, And won't bring him back Nobody will bring us back From the deep and dark pit. Here will not help Neither the victory cheer, Nor hymns of praise. So just sing A song for peace, Don't whisper a prayer. Better sing A song for peace, In a loud shout. Allow the sun to penetrate Through the flowers. Don't look back, Let rest in peace the departed Lift your eyes with hope, Not through a rifle line of sight. Sing a song for love, Not for wars. Don't say "the day will come"*, Make this day happen! For it is not a dream, And in all the city squares Cheer for peace!

Transliteration Tenu la-shèmèsh la-`alot, La-boqèr le-ha’ir. Hazaka shè-ba-tefilot ’Otanu lo tahzir. Mi ’ashèr kava nero ’U-vè-`afar nitman, Bèkhi mar lo ya`iro, Lo yahziro le-khan. ’Ish ’otanu lo yashiv Mi-bor tahtit afél. Kan lo yo`ilu Lo simhat ha-nitsahon, Ve-lo shiréi halél. La-khén raq shiru Shir la-shalom, ’Al tilhashu tefila. Mutav tashiru Shir la-shalom, Bi-tse`aqa gedola. Tenu la-shèmèsh la-hador Mi-ba`ad la-perahim. Hanihu la-holekhim. Se’u `eynayim be-tiqva, Lo dèrèkh kavanot. Shiru shir la-’ahava, Ve-lo la-milhamot. ’Al tagidu "yom yavo", Havi’u ’èt ha-yom! Ki lo halom hu, U-ve-khol ha-kikarot Hari`u la-shalom!

* Hint to another famous song Haamini yom yavo “Believe me, the day will come…”

LYRICS IN HEBREW CHARACTERS

שיר לשלום

תְּנוּ לַשֶּׁמֶשׁ לַעֲלוֹת,
לַבֹּקֶר לְהָאִיר.
הַזַּכָּה שֶׁבַּתְּפִלּוֹת
אוֹתָנוּ לֹא תַּחֲזִיר.
מִי אֲשֶׁר כָּבָה נֵרוֹ
וּבֶעָפָר נִטְמַן,
בֶּכִי מַר לֹא יָעִירוֹ,
לֹא יַחֲזִירוֹ לְכָאן.

אִישׁ אוֹתָנוּ לֹא יָשִׁיב
מִבּוֹר תַּחְתִּית אָפֵל.
כָּאן לֹא יוֹעִילוּ
לֹא שִׂמְחַת הַנִּצָחוֹן,
וְלֹא שִׁירֵי הַלֵּל.

לָכֵן, רַק שִׁירוּ
שִׁיר לַשָּׁלוֹם,
אַל תִּלְחֲשׁוּ תְּפִלָּה.
מוּטָב תָּשִׁירוּ
שִׁיר לַשָּׁלוֹם,
בִּצְעָקָה גְּדוֹלָה.

תְּנוּ לַשֶּׁמֶשׁ לַחֲדֹר
מִבַּעַד לַפְּרָחִים.
אַל תַּבִּיטוּ לְאָחוֹר,
הָנִיחוּ לַהוֹלְכִים.
שְׂאוּ עֵינַיִם בְּתִקְוָה,
לֹא דֶּרֶךְ כַּוָּנוֹת.
שִׁירוּ שִׁיר לָאַהֲבָה,
וְלֹא לַמִּלְחָמוֹת.

אַל תַּגִּידוּ "יוֹם יָבוֹא",
בִיאוּ אֶת הַיּוֹם!
כִּי לֹא חֲלוֹם הוּא,
וּבְכֹל הַכִּכָּרוֹת
הָרִיעוּ לַשָּׁלוֹם!

Live rendition by Miri Aloni with the Nahal Band.
Recording by Miri Aloni and Lehakat Hanachal.
Live rendition by Shiri Maimon at the central show for Israel's 60 Independence day.
Recording of Joan Baez singing a cappella a very popular Hebrew tune, Shir La Shalom live in Cesarea, Israel - June 24th 1979

I borrowed the lyrics, transliteration and translation from lyrics.vatteville.net, a site where you can find lyrics, transliterations and translations in both English and French for songs in Hebrew, Yiddish, Greek, Polish and Russian.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Apr 24 - 02:40 PM

PARLE-MOI DE TA VIE (French) sung by Sylvie Vartan (P.Bourtayre / Y.Dessca) 1971 Voilà trois ans passés depuis, pourtant, ça me semble être hier Et si je t'écris aujourd'hui, c'est que je me penche en arrière Ne crois pas que j'ai des regrets mais j'aimerais bien de temps en temps Que tu m'écrives ce que tu fais, comment pour toi passe le temps Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Parle-moi de ta vie, où en sont tes amours ? Depuis deux mois, me voici mère d'une fillette aux grands yeux clairs C'est fou ! Jusque dans ses manières, c'est tout le portrait de son père Es-tu toujours bonapartiste ? As-tu toujours dans ton salon La grande carte d'Austerlitz, le buste de Napoléon ? Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Parle-moi de ta vie, où en sont tes amours? Moi, je vis confortablement, il est très gentil avec moi Je lui suis dévouée sincèrement mais, c'est si différent de toi Encore un mot, si tu m'écris, si jamais tu en as le temps, Surtout n'adresse rien ici, envoie la lettre chez maman Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Mais, surtout, je t'en prie, ne parle pas d'amour. Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Mais, surtout, je t'en prie, ne parle pas d'amour.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR LIFE It's been three years already, and yet it seems to me that it was just yesterday And if I'm writing you today, it's because I'm leaning towards the past Don't think I have regrets, but I'd like it if, from time to time, You wrote me what you're up to, how time goes by for you Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, Tell me about your life, what about your love affairs? Since two months now, I've been the mother of a little girl with big bright eyes It's crazy! Every little thing she does, she's just like her father Are you still a Bonapartist? Do you still have in your living-room That huge map of Austerlitz, the bust of Napoleon? Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, Tell me about your life, what about your love affairs? I'm living comfortably, he's very nice with me I'm sincerely devoted to him, but it's so different from you One more note, if you write me, if you ever find the time to But above all, don't send it here, send it to my mom's Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, But above all, I beg you, don't talk to me about love Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, But above all, I beg you, don't talk to me about love

Translation borrowed from Lyrics Translate with some edition.

Live rendition by Sylvie Vartan

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Apr 24 - 04:48 AM

On Monday, Gayle sang "L'aquila" in Italian. The song was first written by Lucio Battisti (1943- 1998) and Mogol (alias for Giulio Rapetti 1936 - ) for Bruno Lauzi (1937-2006) who published it 1971.

L'AQUILA (Italian) Mogol (= Giulio Rapetti 1936 - )/ Lucio Battisti (1943- 1998) Il fiume va Guardo più in là Un'automobile corre E lascia dietro sé Del fumo grigio e me E questo verde mondo Indifferente perché Da troppo tempo ormai Apre le braccia a nessuno Come me che ho bisogno Di qualche cosa di più Che non puoi darmi tu Un'auto che va Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo Mezz'ora fa Mostravi a me La tua bandiera d'amore Che amore poi non è E mi dicevi che Che io dovrei cambiare Per diventare come te Che ami solo me Ma come un'aquila può Diventare aquilone Che sia legata oppure no Non sarà mai di cartone, no Cosa son io non so Ma un'auto che va Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo Il fiume va (Sa dove andare) Guardo più in là (In cerca d'amore) Un'automobile corre (Non ci son nuove terre) E lascia dietro sé Del fumo grigio e me E questo verde mondo (Nel quale mi confondo) Indifferente perché Da troppo tempo ormai Apre le braccia a nessuno Come me che ho bisogno Di qualche cosa di più Che non puoi darmi tu Ma un'auto che va Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo

THE EAGLE (Translation by Gayle) The river goes I look further away A car goes by And leaves behind it Some grey smoke and me And this green world Indifferent because For too long now It hasn't opened its arms to anyone Like me who needs Something more Which you can't give me A car that goes by Is already enough To make wonder if I live Half an hour ago You showed me Your flag of love Which is not really love. And you told me that That I should change To become like you Who love only me But how can an eagle Become a paper kite? Whether it's tied to a string or not It will never be made of cardboard, no What I am? I don't know But a car that goes by Is already enough To make wonder if I live Is already enough To make wonder if I live The river runs (It knows where to go) I look further away (Looking for love) A car goes by (There are no new destinations) And leaves behind it Some grey smoke and me And this green world (In which I lose myself) Indifferent because For too long now It hasn't opened its arms to anyone Like me who needs Something more Which you can't give me A car that goes by Is already enough To make wonder if I live

Recording by Lucio Battisti.
Live rendition by Bruno Lauzi.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Apr 24 - 07:13 AM

On Monday Joan Sacks sang Lu Y'hi.
"Lu Yehi” was written by Naomi Shemer during the Yom Kippur War (1973).

LU YEHI Transliteration Od yesh mifras lavan ba'ofek mul anan shachor kaved Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Ve'im bacholonot ha'erev Or nerot hachag ro'ed - Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Lu yehi, Lu yehi, Ana, Lu yehi Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Im hamevaser omed badelet, Ten mila tova bepiv, Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Im nafshecha lamot shoelet Mepericha ume’asif, Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Lu yehi... Ma kol anot ani shomei'a Kol shofar vekol tupim Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Lu tishama betoch kol eileh Gam tefila achat mipi Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Lu yehi... Betoch sh'chuna ktana mutzelet Bait kat im gag adom Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Zeh sof hakayitz, sof haderech Ten lahem lashuv halom Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Lu yehi... Ve'im pit'om yizrach mei'ofel Al rosheinu or kochav Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Az ten shalva veten gam ko'ach Lechol eileh shenohav Kol shenevakesh - lu yehi Lu yehi.........

MAY IT BE Naomi Shemer/John Lennon & Paul McCartney - Noami Shemer Here is still a white sail on the horizon Opposite a heavy black cloud All that we ask for - may it be And if in the evening windows The light of the holiday candles flickers All that we seek - may it be May it be, may it be - Please - may it be All that we seek - may it be. What is the sound that I hear The cry of the shofar and the sound of drums All that we ask for - may it be If only there can be heard within all this One prayer from my lips also All that we seek - may it be May it be... If the messenger should come to the door, Place kindly words on his mouth. All that we seek, may it be! If your soul asks to die Only after blossoming and harvest time, All that we seek, may it be! May it be... Within a small, shaded neighborhood Is a small house with a red roof All that we ask for, may it be This is the end of summer, the end of the path Allow them to return safely here All that we seek, may it be May it be... And if suddenly, rising from the darkness Over our heads, the light of a star shines All that we ask for, may it be Then grant tranquility and also grant strength To all those we love All that we seek, may it be May it be....

HEBREW CHARACTERS

לו יהי

עוד יש מפרש לבן באופק
מול ענן שחור כבד
כל שנבקש לו יהי.
ואם בחלונות הערב
אור נרות החג רועד
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

לו יהי, לו יהי
אנא - לו יהי
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

אם המבשר עומד בדלת
תן מילה טובה בפיו
כל שנבקש לו יהי
אם נפשך למות שואלת
מפריחה ומאסיף
כל שנבקש לו יהי

לו יהי, לו יהי…

מה קול ענות אני שומע
קול שופר וקול תופים
כל שנבקש לו יהי
לו תישמע בתוך כל אלה
גם תפילה אחת מפי
כל שנבקש לו יהי

לו יהי לו יהי…..

בתוך שכונה קטנה מוצלת
בית קט עם גג אדום
כל שנבקש לו יהי.
זה סוף הקיץ סוף הדרך
תן להם לשוב הלום
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

לו יהי, לו יהי…

ואם פתאום יזרח מאופל
על ראשנו אור כוכב
כל שנבקש לו יהי.
אז תן שלווה ותן גם כוח
לכל אלה שנאהב
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

לו יהי, לו יהי...

Naomi Shemer's live rendition.
Lu Yehi by Naomi Shemer sung by HaZamir Israel in June 2023.
If you want to dance to it there you go!

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

On Monday Heather sang the first verse of "Christ lag in Todesbanden", hymn by Martin Luther, cantata version by JS Bach, in both German and English.

CHRIST LAG IN TODESBANDEN (German) Christ lag in Todesbanden Für unsre Sünd gegeben, Er ist wieder erstanden Und hat uns bracht das Leben; Des wir sollen fröhlich sein, Gott loben und ihm dankbar sein Und singen halleluja, Ha-a-al-le-lu-u-u-u-ja!

CHRIST LAY IN DEATH'S BONDS Christ lay in death's bonds Handed over for our sins, He is risen again And has brought us life For this we should be joyful, Praise God and be thankful to him And sing hallelluia, Halleluia!

Whole piece with German, English, French and Dutch translations on ChoralWiki with links to choir sheet music.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Apr 24 - 04:33 AM

Yesterday Gerry sang "Od Yavo Shalom Aleinu" (aka Salaam) by Mosh Ben-Ari of Sheva (1970 - )

Salaam (Hebrew: סלאם‎?) or Od Yavo Shalom Aleinu (Hebrew: עוד יבוא שלום עלינו?) is a peace song by Mosh Ben-Ari, composed while he was in the band Sheva. It is sung in Hebrew and Arabic and has gained popularity in Israeli folk music, especially within the context of the Arab–Israeli conflict.
The song typically begins slowly and somewhat plaintively, and, as it repeats, gradually increases in tempo and excitement. (From Wikipedia

Lyrics of Salaam, from the bridge:

OD YAVO SHALOM ALEINU Transliteration: Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Ve'al kulam Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Ve'al kulam Salaam Aleinu ve'al kol ha olam Salaam, salaam Salaam Aleinu ve'al kol ha olam Salaam, salaam

PEACE / PEACE WILL COME UPON US, YET Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet And upon everyone Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet And upon everyone Peace. (Arabic) Upon us and upon the whole world Peace, peace. (Arabic) Peace. (Arabic) Upon us and upon the whole world Peace, peace. (Arabic)

HEBREW CHARACTERS

סלאם‎ / עוד יבוא שלום עלינו

עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
ועל כולם

עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
ועל כולם

סלאם‎
עלינו ועל כל העולם
סלאם, סלאם
סלאם
עלינו ועל כל העולם
סלאם, סלאם

Sheva recording
Live rendition by Mosh Ben-Ari

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 01 Apr 24 - 02:00 PM

LA NOIRIÇA (Occitan) Lou rei a 'na nouriça Pus bèla que lou jour. Lou rei a 'na nouriça Liroun lanfà de lalireta, Pus bèla que lou jour, Liroun lanfà de lalirà. Ela s'es endormida Lo Dalfin al costat Quand s'es desrevelhada L'a trobat estofat Es sortida, pecaire! Per se'n anar negar Lo rei a la fenestra Que l'a vista passar "On te vas, tu, noiriça? Lo Dalfin va plorar. Monta dins ta cambreta E vai te'n cordurar." Al primièr còp d'agulha, Justicia n'a montat. Al second còp d'agulha Potencia n'a dreiçat Quand foguèt sus l'escala Lo Dalfin a parlat: "Pendètz pas ma noiriça Non l'a pas meritat! Aquò es la sirventa Que m'a empoisonat."

THE NURSE The king has a [wet] nurse More beautiful that daylight The king has a nurse Liroun lanfà de lalireta, More beautiful that daylight Liroun lanfà de lalirà. She fell asleep With the Dauphin/Crown Prince by her side When she woke up She found him suffocated She went out, poor dear! To go drown herself The king by the window Saw her pass by. "Where are you going, nurse, The Dauphin will cry. Go up to your [little] bedroom And sew." At the first needle stitch The justice went up. At the second needle stitch, The gallows was put up. When she was on the steps The Dauphin spoke: "Don't hang my nurse, she didn't deserve it! It's the servant Who poisoned me."

This is the Narbonne version of it that can be found in "Anthologie de la chanson occitane" by Cécile Marie, G.P. Maisonneueve et Larose, Paris, 1975. Three Occitan versions can be found in Recueil de chansons populaires, III by Eugène Rolland.

I couldn't find an Occitan rendition of the song but here is a French version of it. The song is originally Occitan.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Mar 24 - 02:34 PM

DAVANT BORDÈU SON LOS BATÈUS (Occitan- Périgord dialect) Davant Bordeu son los batèus, (bis)    E davant Blaia las gabarras. (bis) Lo governor d'aquèu batèu (bis) Es nèt e jorn per las aubèrjas. (bis) Totjorn las cartas a la man, (bis) L'aur e l'argent dessús la taula. (bis) L'autessa totjorn li disiá (bis) "Ne'n fasetz bien de la desbaucha. (bis) - Ne fasqui pauc, ne fasqui pron (bis) Digun repararà mas fautas. (bis) Fòra la tèrra del Solbier (bis) Ela repararà mas fautas. (bis) Se 'quela 'qui pòt pas i aubir*, (bis) Li botarai la de las Granjas. (bis) Se tot aquò pòt pas i aubir, (bis) Li botarem buòus e carretas. (bis) Se tot aquò pòt pas i aubir, (bis) Ieu me n'anirai a la guèrra. (bis) Quand de la guèrra tornarai (bis) Bèla, ne siatz pas maridada." (bis) Quan de la guèrra sei tornat (bis) Tròbi la bèla maridada. (bis) Maudit la nèt, maudit lo jorn (bis) Amai lo mèstre de la guèrra (bis) A la guèrra fo(gu)èsse pas 'nat (bis) Auriái 'gut l'amour de Susana (bis)

IN FRONT OF BORDEAUX ARE THE BOATS In front of Bordeaux are the boats (x2) And in front of Blaye are the gabarres* (x2) The master of this boat (x2) Is night and day in the inns/taverns (x2) Always with cards in hand (x2) Gold and silver on the table (x2) The hostess was always telling him (x2) "You spend a lot of money" (x2) Whether I do little or I do enough (x2) No one will make up for my faults (x2) Except the plot of the rowan: (x2) It will make up for my faults (x2) If that's not enough (x2) I'll add the plot of the barns (x2) If all that can't do it (x2) We'll put in oxen and carts (x2) If all this is not enough (x2) I'll go off to war (x2) "When I come back from the warv, Beauty, don't be married" (x2) When I came back from the war (x2) I found the beauty (girl) married (x2)>br> Cursed be the night, cursed be the day (x2) And also the master of war (x2) If I hadn't gone to war (x2) I would have had Suzanne's love (x2)

* flat-bottom boats used to carry goods. The ones mentioned here would carry wood on the Dordogne River from the Massif Central to the Gironde estuary formed by the Garonne and the Dordogne rivers. Bordeaux is on the left side of the Garonne River upstream from the confluence and Blaye on the right side of the Gironde estuary.

You can hear this version here at 44:50.
Here it's sung to another tune. This version is slightly shorter.

You can find it in "Les vieilles chansons patoises du Périgord" by E. Chaminade and E. Casse, Ed. Cassard, 1903, downloadable from the Bordeaux University website, image #99.
You can also find it in the same pdf at archive.org BUT for some reason some scores are missing.
For those interested and who understand French, you'll find in the introduction of the book a long explanation about the way they transcribed the language in its Périgord variety, i.e. according to its pronunciation but written in the French spelling system. The spelling I've used above is the now standardized Occitan one based on the way troubadours wrote in the Middle Ages and that each of us pronounce according to our own dialect.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 11 Mar 24 - 03:33 PM

I think it's the first Occitan song I learned from my mom.

Los esclòps (Occitan) 1 [Quant te costèron, quant te costèron, Quant te costèron los esclòps?] (x2) [Quand èran, quand èran, Quand èran nòus] (x2) 2 Cinc sòus costèron…. 3 Ieu los batèri… 4 Ieu los clotèri… 5 Ieu los vernèri… 6 Fasián clic clic clic, fasián clac clac clac… 7 Ieu los trauquèri… 8 Ieu los vendèri… …Quand èran vièlhs.

The Clogs 1 [How much did cost, how much did cost, How much did your clogs cost?] (x2) [When they were, when they were When they were new] (x2) 2 Five pence they cost…. 3 I strapped them… 4 I nailed them… 5 I varnished them… 6 They went clic clic clic, they went clac clac clac… 7 I pierced them… 8 I sold them… …When they were old.

You'll find a sheet music on Mama Lisa's World page.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Mar 24 - 02:23 PM

Here is a French version of the song I sang last week.

À PARIS Y'A UNE VIEILLE (French) À Paris y a une vieille, ouais ! (x2) Qui a plus de quatre-vingts ans Ran tan plan la vieille Qui a plus de quatre-vingt ans Ran tan plan ! La vieille vint à la danse, ouais ! (x2) Et s'assit près d'un galant Ran tan plan.... Beau galant si tu m'épouses, ouais ! (x2) Te ferai riche marchand Ran tan plan.... Je n'épouse pas les vieilles, ouais ! (x2) Dont je n'ai pas vu les dents Ran tan plan... La vieille se mit à rire, ouais ! (x2) Et montra deux dents devant Ran tan plan... La première était tout' noire, ouais ! La seconde s'en va branlant Ran tan plan... Le lundi il y eut la noce, ouais ! (x2) Le mardi l'enterrement Ran tan plan... La moral' de cette histoire, ouais ! (x2) C'est qu'il faut s' laver les dents Ran tan plan…

IN PARIS THERE'S AN OLD WOMAN In Paris there's an old woman, yeah! (x2) Who is over eighty years old Rat-a-tat-tat, the old woman Who is over eighty years old rat-a-tat-tat! The old woman came to the dance, yeah! (x2) And sat down near a gallant* Rat-a-tat-tat.... Handsome gallant if you marry me, yeah! (x2) I will make you a rich merchant Rat-a-tat-tat.... I don't marry old women, yeah! (x2) Whose teeth I didn't see Rat-a-tat-tat... The old woman started laughing, yeah! (x2) And showed two front teeth Rat-a-tat-tat... The first one was all black, yeah! The second goes wobbly Rat-a-tat-tat... On Monday there was the wedding, yeah! (x2) On Tuesday, the funeral Rat-a-tat-tat... The moral of this story, yeah! (x2) Is you have to brush your teeth Rat-a-tat-tat …

*Here "marriageable young man"

When I was a child, we would sing after the last verse, 'Le meilleur des dentifrices, c'est le dentifrice Tsoin-Tsoin'." (Translation: "The best toothpaste, is the toothpaste called Tsoin-Tsoin." "Tsoin-Tsoin" is the sound cymbales make like "crash clang".

Here I found more verses as follows:

-Le meilleur des dentifrices, c'est le dentifrice Prodent.
-Le bouchon est en plastique et le tube est en fer-blanc.
-En vente dans toutes les pharmacies au prix de cinq francs seulement.
-Achetez plutôt l' grand tube, il est double et coute neuf francs.
-Réductions familles nombreuses, militaire et bonne d'enfants.

The best toothpaste is Prodent toothpaste.
The cap is plastic and the tube is tinplate.
On sale in all pharmacies for just five francs.
Rather buy the large tube, it's double and costs nine francs.
Large families, soldiers and nannies discounts.
French Canadian version
You'll find a sheet music on Mama Lisa's World page


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