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Publ. Venice, 1536. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.T.T. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Dessus notre treille de mai,
Chante le coq et le pic et le geai.
Près mon ami me rengeai,
Sous notre treille de mai.
Du mal d'amours me vengeai;
Et sous notre treille de mai,
J'ai le cœur joyeux et gai.
Sous notre treille de Mai
J'ai laissé deuil et émoi.
The rooster, the woodpecker and the jay
sing atop of our May bower.
I spread out by my b.f.
under our May bower.
I got back at pining;
And under our May bower,
My heart is blithe and merry.
Under our May bower
I have left grief and strife behind.
Dessus notre treille de mai,
Chante le coq et le pic et le geai.
Près mon ami me rengeai,
Sous notre treille de mai.
Du mal d'amours me vengeai;
Et sous notre treille de mai,
J'ai le cœur joyeux et gai.
Sous notre treille de Mai
J'ai laissé deuil et émoi.
The rooster, the woodpecker and the jay
sing atop of our May bower.
I spread out by my b.f.
under our May bower.
I got back at pining;
And under our May bower,
My heart is blithe and merry.
Under our May bower
I have left grief and strife behind.