Li tchant des walons
Nos èstans fîrs di nosse pitite patrèye,
Ca lådje et lon, on djåze di ses èfants.
Å prumî rang, on l’ mète po l’ industrèye
Èt d’vins les årts, èle riglatih’ ostant.
Nosse tére èst p’tite, mins nos avans l’ ritchèsse
Des omes sincieus qu’ anôblihèt le nom.
Èt nos avans des libertés timpèsse:
Vola poqwè qu’ on z’èst fîrs d’ èsse Walons! (bis)
Valiant people of Liège
Refrain:
Valeureux Liègeois
Faithful to my voice
Fly to victory
And freedom
Of our city
Will cover you in glory
1) Caesar, conqueror of the universe
Awarded you the title of brave
From the Romans you broke the shackles
You never lived as a slave.
2) Let’s celebrate with our agreements
The sacred rights of so great a cause
And laugh at the vain efforts
That the enemy opposes us.
La java bleue
Refrain: C’est la java bleue
The most beautiful java
The one who bewitches
And we’re dancing eye to eye
To the joyous rhythm
When bodies merge
Like her, no two in the world are alike
It’s blue java.
1) He’s at the bal musette
An air filled with sweetness
Turning heads
That makes hearts skip a beat
As we glide along in small steps
Hugging the one you love
Softly we say, with a shudder
Listening to the accordion sing
2) Chérie sous mon étreinte
I want to hold you tighter
For a better footprint
And the warmth of your body
So many promises, so many oaths
We make ourselves in the madness of a moment
But oaths filled with love
We know we won’t always keep them.
The son father
1) He was handsome, his name was Jules
And he’d never done anything wrong,
When one beautiful evening
He was tempted by desire,
In the form of a brunette
Getting off the bus.
She said, “Come to my room,
I live up there, rue de Pic-pus
2) Love, love, you make people do crazy things!
Love, love, you’re hurting us!
He said, “Will you marry me, my love?”
“It’s fatal,” she replied.
But when he gave himself away stupidly,
She said, “Now get the hell out.”
She chased him out of her house
Without even giving him back his pants.
It was then that he realized
His shame and misery.
He felt uneasy:
Jules was about to become a father.
3) To conceal his fault,
He took horrible precautions:
He squeezed his ribs
And had his shorts stretched.
That’s when he lost his place,
His boss, having sent for him,
He said: “Jules, I’m driving you out!
I don’t want a son-father in the workshop!”
4) Love, love, you make people do crazy things!
Love, love, you’re hurting us!
Poor Jules then sank into orgy,
He drinks cider and urodonal
And from Monmartre, up there,
Jules slipped in the creek
While happy night owls
Laughingly pinch Jules’ ear.
And from his dying body
The girls abused…
We’re not respected
When you’re a son-father.
5) One evening in a dodgy dispensary,
He made the acquaintance of who knows where,
From a woman, a gourgandine,
That mother was called “Guette-au-trou”.
To remove all traces
The poor wretch’s fault,
She poked him in the carcass
With the handle of a fire shovel.
6) Love, love, you make people do crazy things!
Love, love, you’re hurting us!
Poor Jules almost lost his life
He just got out of the hospital.
And now sad and withered,
The skin on her belly wrinkled,
You can see it on the Sebasto:
Jules became a son of the sidewalk.
Morality
Get married, young people,
Don’t let it happen to you.
Don’t be like Jules,
The unfortunate son-father…
My Bonnie
Refrain: Bring back, bring back,
O bring back my bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back,
O bring back my bonnie to me.
1) My bonnie is over the ocean
My bonnie is over the sea
My bonnie is over the ocean
O bring back my bonnie to me.
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2) O blow je wind over the ocean
O blow je winds over the sea
O blow je winds over the ocean
And bring back my bonnie to me.
Refrain
3) Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamed that my bonnie was dead
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4) The winds have blown over the ocean
The winds have blown over the sea
The winds have blown over the ocean
And brought back my bonnie to me.
Ah! the little white wine
1. Here comes spring
The sweetness of time
We make advances
Go away my children
You are twenty years old
Go on vacation
You’ll see agile
On the quiet wave
Docile boats
On the arm of lovers
Fresh guinguettes
Well-made girls
The fries are ready
And there’s white wine
Refrain :
Ah! the little white wine
That we drink under the arbors
When girls are beautiful
From Nogent
And then from time to time
An air of old romance
Seems to set the pace
To do wrong, to do wrong
In the woods, in the meadows
On the Nogent side
2. Following this advice
Mister Sun
Knows his stuff
Let’s pick our way
That mischievous face
This clear coat
Come beautiful girl
Be a good girl
There, under the bower
Love awaits us
The tables are ready
The honest innkeeper
There are ditties
And there’s white wine.
Refrain :
3. To these charming games
The size often
Gaining an edge
It’s not mean
It always ends
By marriage
The big story
It’s when mother
Demand, severe
To the young child
My daughter tells
How, sad shame
Answer, I’m waiting for you…
Final :
Because it’s always the same
As long as the sun shines
We’ll see the lovers in spring
Leaving to do wrong
In the woods, in the meadows
On the Nogent side.
Were you bandaging?
Refrain : Bandais-tu, bandais-tu fort
When you were fondling Adele’s tits?
Did you bandage, did you bandage hard
When you were petting these divine treasures?
1) If all cobblestones were biroutes,
We’d see women lying on the roads.
2) If jerks grew like potatoes,
We could see the pine trees ploughing the land.
3) If jerks swam like frogs
You’d see a lot of balls floating around.
4) If jerks flew like woodcocks,
We could see the pines going hunting.
Knights of the Round Table
Refrain: Knights of the round table
Let’s taste the wine
Let’s have a taste, yes, yes, yes
Let’s have a taste, no, no, no
Let’s taste the wine
1) I would drink 5 to 6 bottles
A woman on her knees
2) But there’s a knock on the door
I think that’s my husband
3) If he’s the one the devil takes away
For he comes to disturb my pleasure
4) If I die I want to be buried
In a cellar where there’s good wine
5) Both feet against the wall
And the head under the tap
6) On my grave I want it written
Here lies the king of drinkers
7) The moral of the story
You have to drink before you die
La Madelon
Refrain: Quand Madelon vient nous servir à boire
Under the arbour, we brush against her petticoat
And each one tells him a story
A story in its own way
La Madelon
La Madelon for us is not severe
When you grab her waist or chin
She laughs, that’s all she can do
Madelon (ter)
1) For rest and military pleasure
He’s over there, a stone’s throw from the forest
A house with ivy-covered walls
Au Tourlourou is the name of the cabaret
The maid is young and kind
Light as a butterfly
Like his wine, his eye sparkles
We call her La Madelon
We dream of it at night
We think about it during the day
It’s only Madelon
But for us it’s love.
2) A corporal in a fancy kepi
Came to Madelon one fine morning
And mad with love, told her she was pretty
And that he’d come to ask for her hand
La Madelon, no fool
She replied with a smile
And why should I have just one man
When I love a whole regiment
Your friends are coming
You can’t have my hand
I need it too much
To pour them wine.
My wife is dead
Refrain : Car c’était ell’ qui f’sait l’chahut à la maison
The guenon, the poison,
She’s dead!
She won’t put any more water in my glass
The guenon, the poison,
She’s dead!
1) Jean, the other evening, climbing the stairs (bis)
Found his wife lying on the landing (bis)
Porter ahoy! My wife is dead!
Come, come quickly and get it for me
Or I’ll throw her out the door.
Refrain
2) Then he went to wake up his friends (bis)
Made so much gossip that he got Martin up, (bis)
My wife is dead!
I’ll pay the gout tomorrow morning
If you come to escort him.
Refrain
3) Puis s’en vint trouver monsieur l’curé (bis)
Snoring loudly under his square cap (bis)
Father, my wife is dead!
Give, give him all your prayers
Lest the devil take it away.
Refrain
4) Then he went to find the gravedigger (bis)
Qui dans un’ foss’ dormait à la fraîcheur (bis)
Hey, gravedigger, my wife is dead!
Make him a hole so big and so deep
Lest the bitch come out.
Refrain
5) Puis moult oignons Jean s’en fut acheter (bis)
So that in his mourning he may be seen to weep (bis)
Ohé! fruitier! my wife is dead!
Give, give golden onions
For me to mourn her in this way.
Refrain
6) Then he went to find his other half (bis)
His bitch of a wife had resurrected (bis)
Aglaé, so you’re not dead!
She said to him, chamber pot in fist
Here’s the herbal tea I brought you.
Final refrain: Et comm’ toujours, je ferai le chahut à la maison
Your guenon, your poison,
Is not dead!
And I’ll put water in your glass,
Your guenon, your poison,
Is not dead.
The Duke of Bordeaux
Refrain : Taïaut ! Taïaut ! Taïaut !
Plums, plums, plums.
1) The Duc de Bordeaux resembles his brother,
His brother to his father and his father to my ass;
From this I conclude that the Duc de Bordeaux
Looks just like my ass.
Refrain
2) “For God’s sake” said the princess
Seeing the baron’s cock,
I’d rather have it up my ass
Than to see her in her pants.
Refrain
3) Hunter, have you seen my asshole?
If you want to see it, come back tonight.
I saw yours, I didn’t say anything about it;
If you see mine, you won’t say a word”.
Refrain
4) The Duc de Chevreuse having declared
That all cuckolds should be drowned,
Madame de Chevreuse asked him
If he was sure he could swim well.
Refrain
5) The Duchess de la Trémouille
Despite his great piety,
Skated more pairs of balls
That the great army never wore shoes.
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6) King Dagobert has an iron pine;
The good Saint-Eloi said to him: “O my king,
If you fuck me, you’ll skin me”.
“That’s right,” said the king, “I’ll have one made of wood.”
Refrain
7) If women pissed vinegar,
And shitting ground pepper,
The salad would soon be done,
With watercress growing out of their asses.
The four pleasures
The woman who farts in bed
Farting in bed
Experience four pleasures:
She’s bed-wetting
Bedpan
She soothes her belly
She hears her ass singing
She poisons her husband
She hears her ass singing
In the silence of the night