Songs of Old Canada/Cécilia
CECILIA. Mon pèr' n'avait fille que moi Encor sur la mer il m'envoie. Le marinier qui m'y menait, Il devint amoureux de moi. Ma mignonnette, embrassez-moi. Nenni, Monsieur, je n'oserais, Car si mon papa le savait, Fille battue ce serait moi. Voulez-vous bell' qui lui dirait? Ce serait les oiseaux des bois. Les oiseaux des bois parlent-ils? Ils parl'nt français, latin aussi. Hélas! que le monde est malin |
CECILIA. Although my father's only child, Over the seas and far away Borne by a sailor bold and gay, He fell in love with me each day: "One little kiss for all my care." "For if I did," she whispered low, "And should he know your love for me, "Now, foolish maid, we're far away, "How could my father know, you say? "But even though the doves might sing, "He would not understand, think you? "Now may his evil neck be wrung
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