Antoine de Villers
(fl.1556)
Un jour d'hiver, Margot oyait crier
(S.A.A.T. (or A.T.T.B.))
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149498 : Villers : Un jour d'hiver, Margot oyait crier : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular
Publ. Paris, 1556. This edition is offered at original pitch (high chiavette) for S.A.A.T. or transposed down a fifth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Un jour d'hiver, Margot oyait crier
Quelque gaillard housseur de cheminée,
Criant: "Je housse haut et bas le foyer,
Mieux que ne fit onques personne née.
Margot lui dit: "Et combien la journée?"
"Vous me payeriez", dit il, "selon l'ouvrage",
Lors ça et là de bien housser fait rage:
De reins, de bras, de pied de main, de cul.
"Lors", dit Margot "la, mon ami, prenez courage;
Cognez plus fort, poussez plus fort,
Houssez plus fort, vous aurez un écu".
So one winter's day, Margot's hearing
some hunk of a chimney sweep shouting,
like: "I sweep chimbleys top to bottom,
better than any man alive".
Margot's like: "So what's your daily rate?"
and he's like: "You'd pay me piece rates".
Then he really sets to, giving her one dusting-wise:
lower back, arm, foot, hand, arse.
Margot's like: "So buck up, mate;
bash harder, push harder,
sweep harder and you'll get a half crown".
Un jour d'hiver, Margot oyait crier
Quelque gaillard housseur de cheminée,
Criant: "Je housse haut et bas le foyer,
Mieux que ne fit onques personne née.
Margot lui dit: "Et combien la journée?"
"Vous me payeriez", dit il, "selon l'ouvrage",
Lors ça et là de bien housser fait rage:
De reins, de bras, de pied de main, de cul.
"Lors", dit Margot "la, mon ami, prenez courage;
Cognez plus fort, poussez plus fort,
Houssez plus fort, vous aurez un écu".
So one winter's day, Margot's hearing
some hunk of a chimney sweep shouting,
like: "I sweep chimbleys top to bottom,
better than any man alive".
Margot's like: "So what's your daily rate?"
and he's like: "You'd pay me piece rates".
Then he really sets to, giving her one dusting-wise:
lower back, arm, foot, hand, arse.
Margot's like: "So buck up, mate;
bash harder, push harder,
sweep harder and you'll get a half crown".