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1. The maiden awakes
Tra la la la la la la la
Tra la la la Landerina!
The maiden awakes
Two hours before daybreak
She takes her distaff
And her pretty spindle
Tra la la Landerida
With every turn she spins
She makes a sigh of love.
Her mother comes to her to say
Maiden what afflicts you?
Tra la la Landerida
I have not a headache
But rather a heartache.
Do not cry my maiden
We will find you a husband
He will give you a prince
Or the son of a the baron
Tra la la la Landerida.
I do not want a prince
Nor the son of a baron.
I want my loved one Pierre
Who is now in prison.
You will not have your Pierre
He will be hanged
Tra la la la Landerida
If you hang Pierre
Hang us together
At the road of Saint-Jacques.
Bury us together
Cover Pierre with roses
And me with bouquets of flowers
Tra la la la Landerida
The passing pilgrims
Upon taking a few
Will say God is in the soul
Of these poor lovers.
2. My father always told me,
My daughter will never marry.
You will never live more
Nor will you fare better
Than in your father’s house.
To my father, I did not listen
And I married
Poor sad me!
With an old jealous man,
Who snores all night.
He bites me and pinches me
And he kicks me
This old rascal.
I should take him by the hair
And throw him out the door.
At night I go to the square
To watch my male friend dance.
My husband is envious,
Jealous of my pleasures.
He must die from this pain,
It won’t be too soon.
Let all of us women
Who have jealous husbands unite;
We will throw them down a well
Those old grey beards
So they will know better
Than to seduce young women.
3. Jean of the Réole, my friend
Your wife’s hair is poorly dressed.
If she were mine I would dress her
At the night as in the day
In the evening as in the morning.
Jean of the Réole, my friend
Your wife’s hair is poorly combed.
If she were mind, I would comb her
At night as in the day.
If she were mine, I would comb her
In the evening as in the morning.
Jean of the Réole, my friend
Your wife is poorly bathed.
If she were mine, I would bathe her
At night as in the day
If she were mine, I would bathe her
In the evening as in the morning.
4. The other day while strolling
Along the river bank
On my path encountered
A lovely shepherdess
I said to her: oh beauty in passing
Will you talk to your admirer
If you love him so tenderly
I will shower you with compliments.
Oh! Yes my beautiful gentleman enter
Enter on my shores
Enter as much as you wish.
We have but a small grove to cross.
I will tell you my desires.
As soon as they came out of the grove
She began to laugh
Why are you laughing my lovely one,
Who makes you laugh?
I am laughing at you who are so in love.
Yet crossing the grove together
With your loved one at your side
You asked nothing of her.
Lonely one let us return to the grove
Lonely one I will give you one hundred francs.
Oh no, I shall not return to the grove
For its paths are a lure.
When you held the quail in the field
Sir gallant, you should have plucked her feathers.
5. Returning from Nantes
He passed by Glisson
Fa la la la la
He passed by Glisson
Fa la la le
I went to the market place
Where merchants I found
Fa la la la la
Where merchants I found
Fa la la le
There was little for sale
Yet they sold daffodils
Fa la la la la
Yet they sold daffodils
Fa la la le
I bought one dozen
Which made a bouquet
Fa la la la la
So I placed them in my pockets
Fa la la la la
So I placed them in my pockets
Fa la la le
I went to the dance
The daffodils were bouncing
Fa la la la la
The daffodils were bouncing
Fa la la le
I lift the leaves
Of that which was in my pockets
Fa la la la la
Of that which was in my pockets
Fa la la le
It was not silly things
It was daffodils
Fa la la la la
It was daffodils
Fa la la la le
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