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Le Vent Du Nord
Dans Les Airs
La Veillee Chez Poirier
Listen to the story I have to sing for you
Nico, Réjean, Olo and I had sited up
We had sited up at the chap Poirier
I am going to tell you nasty tricks we played
Lighting pipe as it use to be
Saying few words to people in the house
Good night my Délima
May I stand away from others to get near you ?
Well ! yes, she said, with a great pleasure
If you come to me, it is but to laugh
You have betrayed Fidèle with taking about love
For my little Joséphine I will always love
They say I am coward, drunkard and lazy
Wine in my bottle, I will drink when I want
You donââ¬â¢t see much grease on my cover
For it is always clean, always well looking
One must go and see the chap laying in his bed
Saying in a loud voice it is time to withdraw
People in the country side, letââ¬â¢s quit the suburb
Let us go from here because itââ¬â¢s day time soon
I donââ¬â¢t like to be told a second time
I was telling Françoise are you coming with me ?
I shall go my way as usual
I will go bareheaded, my hat in my hand
There was nothing else but complaining to the priest
Saying that the parish was upset
It was distressed, bowled over
Itââ¬â¢s in the bush of London where we can see drunk men