Le pain de l\u27enfant : romance

Beau lutin rose à tê te folle,pourquoi, cher enfant, dans vos jeuxain si perdre au vent qui s\u27envole ce pain qui ferait tant d\u27heureux? Oh! non, non, n\u27émiettez pasle pain sur vos pas, mon ange!Et de peur que Dieu ne se venge,et de peur que Dieu ne se vengesi vous en avez trop pensez... pensezà ceux qui n\u27en ont pas assez! Parcourez le val solitairelà, mon trésor, bien des paleursvous diront à quel prix la terrele vend aux bras des laboureurs ...Oh! ... Il est encor, de par la vie,des indigents autour de nous...plus d\u27un vous voit qui porte envieà l\u27oiseau quêtant après vous!..Oh! ... Puis la fortune est infidèle,vous le saurez, mes blonds amours...souvent le pain fuit avec elle,et la faim revient tous les jours!..Oh! ..

Warrior\u27s Home

Brighter lands, other homes the warrior may seeThe home of his heart on his own land must beAnd how heartfelt the cry as that home meets his glanceas that home meets his glanceAnd how heartfelt the cry as that home meets his glanceOf L\u27Amour, le Roi et vive la Belle FranceOf L\u27Amour, le Roi et vive la Belle France All he loves gather round to bless and be blestHis age seeks repose where his childhood found restEach echoes his cry at the feast song or danceOf L\u27Amour, le Roi et vive la Belle Franc

Madelinette

Madelinette avait trois amoureux;c\u27est beaucoup va-t\u27ondire;Madeleine en faisait trois malheureux;mais c\u27était pourenrire. L\u27un soupirait, hélas!si drôlement, qu\u27il amu-sait Madelinette, et celui-ci, gémissant constamment, n\u27attendrissait pas la fillette.Que fautil done pour son bonheur?à Madeleine il faut un coeur!que faut-il donc pour son bonheur?à Madeleine il faut un coeur. Le blanc meunier lui dit:je veux ta main, et voilà ma richesse\u3e\u3eNon, vous pouvez garder votre moulin avec votre tendresse. Quoi, pourrais tu refuser un baisersur ton front plus blanc que farine!\u3e\u3e un tel désir, monsieur, comment l\u27oser,quand on a si drôle de mine\u3e\u3e!.. Que fautil L\u27autre amoureux, sombre, triste et jaloux, lui dit: l\u27âme abatue:Si dans huit jours je ne suis votre époux, sous vos yeux je me tue!j\u27ai deux châteaux, six maisons, trois forêts, tout cela pour avoiur votre âme!\u3e\u3e=Châteaux, maisons, grand jaloux, gardez-les, je ne serai pas votre femme!..Que faut-il Mais Madeleine un soir, le front rêveur, écontait le troisième,il lui disait de l\u27accent de bonheur\u3e\u3e=Madeleine, jet\u27aime!à t\u27obéir je veux passer mes joursl\u27amour tressera ta couronne!\u3e\u3eOui, si tu jures de m\u27aimer toujours!Boici ma main, je te la donne!Car Madeleine, pour son bonheur pour son bonheur, voulait un coeur!car Madeleine pour son bonheur, pour son bonhuer voulait un coeur

Away Away to the Moutains Brow

A...way, away, to the rocky glen, Where the deer are wildly boundingAway, And the hills shall echo in gladness again, To the Hunter\u27s Bugle sounding While beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell Like the rose as it opens the day; While the zephyr that breaks thro\u27 the flow\u27ry dell Shakes the sparkling dew drops away, away away, away to the rocky glen, Where deer are wildly bounding; Away, And the hills shall echo in gladness again, To the Hunter\u27s Bugle sounding To the Hunters Bugle sounding To the Hunter\u27s Bugle sounding. Away, away, to the mountain\u27s brow, Where the trees are gently waving, Away away, away to the mountain\u27s brow, Where the stream is gently laving And beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, Like the rose as it opens the day; While the zephyr that breaks thro\u27 the flow\u27ry dell Shakes the sparkling dew drops away, away away,away to the maontain\u27s brow, Where the trees are gently waving Away, away, away, to the mountain\u27s brow, Where the stream is gently laving Where the stream is gently laving Where the stream is gently is gently laving

I Have Riches, Thou Hast Beauty

I have riches, thou hast beauty,I have gold and thou hast charms;Why then \u27fly delightful Nina,From a faithful lovers arms?What an honor a collector Doth my husband seek to be,But his station in the nation Is by far too high for me. Lovely girl I answer crave,At your feet behold your slave,Ah you\u27re far too old and grave,E\u27er to be a young girls slave. Most ador\u27d and beauteous creature,Riches cleans us from all stains;Love is light, but gold is heavy,This takes wing while that remains,What an honor a Collector Doth my husband sue to be,But my heart goes with my hand Sir,Or no marriage e\u27er for me. Lovely girl I answer crave,At your feet behold your slave;Ah! you\u27re far too old and grave,E\u27er to be a young girl\u27s slave.Bravo! Bravo! Dulcamara \u27tis a most amusing song Sir,Taste and style to you belong Sir,In no moderate degree.Taste and style to you belong sirMaster of all Arts is he,Master of all Arts is he, of Arts is he,Master of all Arts is he, of Arts is he, yes Master of all Arts is he, yes Master of all Arts is he. Bravo! Bravo! Dulcamara \u27tis a most amusing song Sir, Taste and style to you belong Sir, In no moderate degree. Yes I flatter myself SirsThat taste and style pertains to me.Yes I flatter myself sirs that taste and style pertains to me,Taste and style pertains to me, pertains to me,Taste and style pertains to me,Taste and style pertains to me, yes taste and style pertains to me yes taste and style pertains to me

Outward Bound

Fill fill the sparkling brimmer!Fill for the moments fly,The star\u27s weary light grows dimmerAnd the moon fades away from the sky Drink, for the signal flag is up,And the wind is veering roundIn haste let us pledge out parting cupTo the health of the outward bound!Fill high! this hour to morrow,Nor toast nor jest shall be,But a few shall meet with sorrow,While the many plough the sea!As yet we are all together Give the toast; let it circle round; CHORUSFull sails, and prosp\u27rous weatherAnd a health to the outward bound!Full sails, and prosp\u27rous weatherAnd a health to the outward bound! A health a health a health to the outward bound!A health a health a health to the outward bound!A health a health a health to the outward bound! Let no adieu be spoken;To weep is a woman\u27s part Nor give me a farewell token!But a health from our inmost heart!And oft when the rough waves roll aroundAnd the wind blows keen and free,The health that we drank to the outward boundShall come back to their memory Old friends shall still seem near them In their ocean cradled sleep And the dreaming thought shall cheer them Far out on the stormy deep Then while the mid watch passes,Let the glad toast circle round CHORU

I Caught Her Tear at Parting

[Verse 1] I caught her tear at parting,It mingled with my own;Her farewell, too, was spokenIn sorrow’s gentlest tone:Yet well do I rememberThe sweet smile that she wore,As she spoke of that blest meetingWhen we should part no more.Speed on, ye weary hours!Time, haste thy flight for me!Speed on! That where my heart is,There my home may beThere my home may be. [Verse 2] How keen that pang of AbsenceO! many a heart hath prov’d;But none hath felt moore keenly,Than mine for my be lov’d.Tho’ kind ones crowd around me,With Friendship’s sweetest lay,I cannot rememberThe lov’d one far away.Speed on, ye weary hours!Time, haste thy flight for me!Speed on! that where my heart isThere my home may beThere my home may be