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Publ. Venice, 1536.
Lyrics: Anon
La jeune dame va au moulin,
Dessus son âne Bauduin,
Tout chargé de grenarde.
Là sonne verdondon.
Quand le meusnier la vit venir:
"Belle, venez-vous moudre ici,
Et déchargerons l'âne".
Là sonne verdondon.
Tandis que le moulin moulait,
Le meusnier saisit son devoir,
Et le loup mangea l'âne.
Là sonne verdondon.
So Flossy goes to the mill
On Dobbin, her ass
Well loaded with grain.
There goes Eeyore!
The miller, seeing her arrive, is like:
"Come and grind here, gorgeous,
We'll shed the ass's load".
There goes Eeyore!
So while the millstones grind,
The miller meets his needs,
And the wolf gobbles up the ass.
There goes Eeyore!
La jeune dame va au moulin,
Dessus son âne Bauduin,
Tout chargé de grenarde.
Là sonne verdondon.
Quand le meusnier la vit venir:
"Belle, venez-vous moudre ici,
Et déchargerons l'âne".
Là sonne verdondon.
Tandis que le moulin moulait,
Le meusnier saisit son devoir,
Et le loup mangea l'âne.
Là sonne verdondon.
So Flossy goes to the mill
On Dobbin, her ass
Well loaded with grain.
There goes Eeyore!
The miller, seeing her arrive, is like:
"Come and grind here, gorgeous,
We'll shed the ass's load".
There goes Eeyore!
So while the millstones grind,
The miller meets his needs,
And the wolf gobbles up the ass.
There goes Eeyore!