LE POMMIER DOUX,
An apple tree there groweth,
Fly away, my heart, away;
An apple tree there groweth
Within my father's close;
So sweet,
Within my father's close.
Oh, bright is every leaf thereon,
Fly away, my heart, away;
Oh, bright is every leaf thereon
And sweet the fruit that grows
So sweet,
And sweet the fruit that grows.
