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? Dupus
(fl.1549)
Un amoureux de coucher eut promesse
(S.A.A.T. (or A.T.T.B.))
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Publ. Paris, 1549. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.A.A.T. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Un amoureux de coucher eut promesse.
Entre les bras d'une garce en bon point
Il si trouva, et elle qui sans cesse
Ne demandait qu'à venir à ce point.
Mais la maîtresse alors ne dormait point,
Qui les entend et au larron s'écrie.
"Quoi", dit la garce "en êtes vous marie?
Si je le fais un coup en mébattant,
N'en ditez mot maîtresse, je vous prie,
Car bien souvent vous en faitez autant".
So this letch is on the promise
of a bedding. He's in the arms
of this well stacked bint and, non-stop,
she's pestering him to get on with it.
However the lady of the house, not asleep at all,
hears them and yells at the prowler.
The bint's like "What, are you the wife?
If I shag him just once,
keep schtum, missus, o.k.
since you do it well often anyway".
Un amoureux de coucher eut promesse.
Entre les bras d'une garce en bon point
Il si trouva, et elle qui sans cesse
Ne demandait qu'à venir à ce point.
Mais la maîtresse alors ne dormait point,
Qui les entend et au larron s'écrie.
"Quoi", dit la garce "en êtes vous marie?
Si je le fais un coup en mébattant,
N'en ditez mot maîtresse, je vous prie,
Car bien souvent vous en faitez autant".
So this letch is on the promise
of a bedding. He's in the arms
of this well stacked bint and, non-stop,
she's pestering him to get on with it.
However the lady of the house, not asleep at all,
hears them and yells at the prowler.
The bint's like "What, are you the wife?
If I shag him just once,
keep schtum, missus, o.k.
since you do it well often anyway".