Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
Le Petit Joueur De Flûteau
Words and music: Georges Brassens
(c) 1962 by Ãditions Musicales 57.
1 Le petit flute player
Led the music at the castle
For the grace of his songs
The king gave him a coat of arms
I don't want to be noble
Replied the sandwich maker
With a coat of arms on the key
My name would start to swell
It seems all over the country
The player of flâ»te a betrayed.
2 And my poor little bell tower
Would seem too low perched to me
I would no longer bend my knees
Before the Good Lord of our home
We would have to my great soul
All the saints of Notre-Dame
With a bishop at the key
My soul would begin to swell...
3 And the room where I saw the day
It would be a sad stay for me
I would leave my mean bed
For a four-poster bed
I would change my cottage
To a manor house
With a manor house
My house would start to swell...
4 I would be ashamed of my blood
Of the ancestors from whom I descend
You would see me sulking over it
The branch from which I come
I would like a magnificent
Family tree
With blue blood at the key
My heart would start to swell...
5 I would no longer want to marry
My bride, my fiancée
I would not give my name
to any Ninon
I would need for a companion
The daughter of a great one from Spain
With a princess to boot
My wife would start to swell...
6 The little flail player
Curtseyed to the castle
Without coat of arms, without parchment
Without glory, he set off on his way
Towards its bell tower, its cottage
His parents and his bride
No one says in the country
The player of flâ»te a betrayed
And God recognizes as his own
The brave little musician.

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