Quand J'étais Chez Mon Père
Album - Trees They Grow So High
Quand j'ÃÆ'©tais chez mon pÃÆ'¨re,
Apprenti pastoureau,
Il m'a mis dans la lande,
Pour garder les troupiaux.
Troupiaux, troupiaux,
Je n'en avais guÃÆ'¨re.
Troupiaux, troupiaux,
Je n'en avais biaux.
Mais je n'en avais guÃÆ'¨re,
Je n'avais qu'trois agneaux;
Et le loup de la plaine
M'a mangÃÆ'© la plus biau.
Troupiaux, troupiaux, ...
Il ÃÆ'©tait si vorace
N'a laissÃÆ'© que la piau,
N'a laissÃÆ'© que la queue,
Pour mettre ÃÆ' mon chapiau.
Troupiaux, troupiaux, ...
Mais des os de la bÃÆ'ÂÂÂte
Me fis un chalumiau
Pour jouer ÃÆ' la fÃÆ'ÂÂÂte,
ÃÆ' la fÃÆ'ÂÂÂt' du hamiau.
Troupiaux, troupiaux, ...
Pour fair' danser l'village,
Dessous le grandormiau,
Et les jeun's et les vieilles,
Les pieds dan les sabiots.
Troupiaux, troupiaux, ...
When I lived with my father
When I lived with my father
As an apprentice shepherd,
He sent me to the moor
To look after the sheep.
Sheep, sheep,
I had but a few.
Sheep, sheep,
I had none that were bonny.
No, I had but a few,
I had but three lambs;
And the wolf from the plain
Ate the finest of those.
Sheep, sheep, ...
He was so ravenous
He left only the pelt,
He left only the tail
To put on my hat.
Sheep, sheep, ...
But the bones of the animal
Made me pipe
To play at the fair,
At the village fair.
Sheep, sheep, ...
So the village could dance
Beneath the great elm,
Young women and old
With clogs on their feet.
Sheep, sheep, ...
Added 11/06/2011
| Other Lyrics from Trees They Grow So High by Sarah Brightman |
Come You Not From Newcastle?
Dear Harp Of My Country!
Early One Morning
Fileuse
How Sweet The Answer
La Belle Est Au Jardin D'amour
Little Sir William
O Can Ye Sew Cushions?
O Waly, Waly
Oft In The Stilly Night
Oliver Cromwell
Sweet Polly Oliver
The Ash Grove
The Last Rose Of Summer
The Plough Boy
The Trees They Grow So High
There's None To Soothe
Voici Le Printemps
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