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? Josseline
(f.1543 - 1549)
Si vous l'avez, rendez-le moi
(S.A.A.T. (or A.T.T.B.))
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Pub. 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
Si vous l'avez rendez-le moi,
Gentils garçons, mon pucelage.
Ne faites plus vivre en émoi,
Mon petit cœur de franc courage:
Les femmes de notre village
Disent partout je l'ai vendu;
Elles ont menti par leur visage,
En bonne foi, je l'ai perdu.
Compassionate boys, if you have it,
Please return my virginity.
Don't carry on living in sorrow anymore,
My little heart of independent spirit.:
The women in our village
Whisper it everywhere that I sold it;
They told a bare-faced lie;
Honestly, I've mislaid it.
Si vous l'avez rendez-le moi,
Gentils garçons, mon pucelage.
Ne faites plus vivre en émoi,
Mon petit cœur de franc courage:
Les femmes de notre village
Disent partout je l'ai vendu;
Elles ont menti par leur visage,
En bonne foi, je l'ai perdu.
Compassionate boys, if you have it,
Please return my virginity.
Don't carry on living in sorrow anymore,
My little heart of independent spirit.:
The women in our village
Whisper it everywhere that I sold it;
They told a bare-faced lie;
Honestly, I've mislaid it.