Le Vent Du Nord
Dans Les Airs
La Beaute Du Mariage
When we speak of marriage, yes that funny
Yes that funny hobby, I wouldn’t say
For if my tender maid would go, I would suffer martyrdom
One day I ask my wife what I will do to-day
What you will do to-Day, you will get the flour out
You will fin a bag at the nearer neighbour lady
I wasn’t already arrived, my wife came and fetch me
My wife came and fetch me with and blow whit a screener
Ah ! hurry hurry home, you shall find what to do
Sorry, sorry, sorry my wife, sorry sorry for this time
Sorry sorry for this time, il was my friend dear-Pierre
Who got me to the cabaret, I who didn’t wanted to drink
Ah! it’s to drink, to drink to drink, ah ! it’s to drink that we need
Ah ! it’s to drink that we need, always the old use
Ah ! if somebody could pay the drink, my cold would disappear