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Clément Janequin
(c.1485 - 1558)
Gros Jean menait hors de Paris
(A.T.T.B.)
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Pub. Paris, 1547.
Lyrics: Anon
Gros Jean menait hors de Paris en croupe
Un jour d'été sa maîtresse jouer,
Où rencontra des soldats une troupe,
Dont fut contraint sa femme l'avouer.
Lors l'un d'entr'eux le voulant éprouver,
"Parbleu", dit-il, "maintenant le verrons
Faites-lui donc, ou tous nous lui ferons".
Que fait Gros Jean? Il ne lui faillit pas
Et droit dessus. Mais elle disait bas:
"Fais en semblant ne mets que sur le bord".
"Parbleu", dit-il, "vous aurez votre cas;
Si me faignais, il me tuerait tout mort".
So one summer day, Lardy Jean is heading out of Paris,
On a jaunt, with his mistress in a pannier,
When they meet this gang of squaddies,
To whom he is forced to declare the lady.
So one of them wants to sweat him;
"Bigod", says he, "let's see what you're made of,
Shag her, or we all will".
So what does Lardy Jean do? He doesn't hesitate,
He's straight on top. But she says softly
"Baulk and you'll turn things critical".
"Bigod", he says, "you're bang on;
If I limpen, he'll kill me stone dead".
Gros Jean menait hors de Paris en croupe
Un jour d'été sa maîtresse jouer,
Où rencontra des soldats une troupe,
Dont fut contraint sa femme l'avouer.
Lors l'un d'entr'eux le voulant éprouver,
"Parbleu", dit-il, "maintenant le verrons
Faites-lui donc, ou tous nous lui ferons".
Que fait Gros Jean? Il ne lui faillit pas
Et droit dessus. Mais elle disait bas:
"Fais en semblant ne mets que sur le bord".
"Parbleu", dit-il, "vous aurez votre cas;
Si me faignais, il me tuerait tout mort".
So one summer day, Lardy Jean is heading out of Paris,
On a jaunt, with his mistress in a pannier,
When they meet this gang of squaddies,
To whom he is forced to declare the lady.
So one of them wants to sweat him;
"Bigod", says he, "let's see what you're made of,
Shag her, or we all will".
So what does Lardy Jean do? He doesn't hesitate,
He's straight on top. But she says softly
"Baulk and you'll turn things critical".
"Bigod", he says, "you're bang on;
If I limpen, he'll kill me stone dead".