Le Vent Du Nord
Maudite Moisson
Chers Amis Buvons
Dear friends let’s drink
But let’s not go on a bender
I have good wine in my bottle
Have your drink and wine too
Let’s embellish our chagrin
Let’s drown our sorrow in drink
I have a little favour to ask you
If you give it to me
We could get married
Yes, I’ll agree
I shall give you a love token
Yes, beautiful, I’ll marry you
I have money to spend
My grandfather gave me
Écus and pistoles
And half fourth of écus
To play trambonne
At the table of the old king Bacchus
There I see that you don’t love me
You don’t even look at me
Lovers by the dozen
You can choose
Choose, you‘ll take worse

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