Jean Sablon le fiacre

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A cab was going, trotting,
Cahin, caha,
Hu, dia, hop there!
A cab was going, trotting,
Yellow, with a white coachman.
Behind the blinds drawn,
Cahin, caha,
Hu, dia, hop there!
Behind the blinds drawn
We could hear kisses.
Then one voice saying: "Léon!
Cahin, caha,
Hu, dia, hop there!
Then a voice saying: "Léon!
To ... chat, ôt' your glasses!"
An old gentleman passing by,
Cahin, caha,
Hu, dia, hop there!
An old gentleman passing by,
Writing ': "But it looks like it's
My wife with a guy!
Cahin, caha,
Hu, dia, hop there!
My wife with a guy! "
I launched myself onto the tarmac.
But I slipped on the wet ground,
Cahin, caha,
Hu, dia, hop there !
But I slipped on the wet ground,
Crack! He's crushed.
A lady comes out of the cab and says:
Cahin, caha,
br/>Hu, dia, hop there!
A lady comes out of the cab and says:
“Nice one, Léon! He's my husband!
There's no need for us to hide anymore,
Cahin, caha,
Hu, dia, hop there!
There's no need for us to hide anymore .
Give the coachman a hundred sous! "

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