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Pierre Certon
(c.1515 - 1572)
Frère Thibault
(S.A.T.B. (or A.T.T.B.))
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From Attaignant's fourth book of chansons, 1540.
Lyrics: Clément Marot
Frere Thibault sejourne, gros et gras,
Tiroit de nuict une garse en chemise
Par le treillys de sa chambre ou le bras
Elle passa puis la teste y a mise,
Et puis le sein: mais elle fut bien prise,
Car le fessier y passer ne sceut onc:
Par la morbieu (ce dit le moyne adonc)
Il ne m'enchault de bras, tetin, ne teste:
Passez le cul, ou vous retirez donc:
Je ne scauroys sans luy vous faire feste.
Friar Thibault, well fat and lardy, is pulling a hoe into his cell one night through the trellis;
Arms, chest, head, then she gets well stuck 'cause her booty won't go through.
"Sod it" says the monk, "arms, tits and head don't do it for me,
Get your arse in here or sod off. I don't know how to party without it".
Frere Thibault sejourne, gros et gras,
Tiroit de nuict une garse en chemise
Par le treillys de sa chambre ou le bras
Elle passa puis la teste y a mise,
Et puis le sein: mais elle fut bien prise,
Car le fessier y passer ne sceut onc:
Par la morbieu (ce dit le moyne adonc)
Il ne m'enchault de bras, tetin, ne teste:
Passez le cul, ou vous retirez donc:
Je ne scauroys sans luy vous faire feste.
Friar Thibault, well fat and lardy, is pulling a hoe into his cell one night through the trellis;
Arms, chest, head, then she gets well stuck 'cause her booty won't go through.
"Sod it" says the monk, "arms, tits and head don't do it for me,
Get your arse in here or sod off. I don't know how to party without it".