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149223 : Richafort : N'avez point vu mal assenée : sheet music
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Publ. Nuremberg, 1541. This edition is offered at original pitch for A.T.B. or transposed up a fifth for A.T.T.
Lyrics: Anon
N'avez point vu mal assenée,
Celle de qui on parle tant?
Sa mère l'avait envoyée
Garder les brebiettes aux champs,
Et son ami qui va devant
lui demandant:
"Serez-vous mon assotée?"
"Nenny", dit-elle, "mon ami,
Je n'oseraie en bonne foi;
Mais fringuez-moi sur la rosée".
Have you never seen that ill-bred girl,
the one who's spoken about so often?
So her mother's sent her
to watch the lambs in the field,
and her boyfriend's coming up
and asking her:
"Will you be my partner?"
She's like: "No way pal,
really, I don't have the bottle;
but grope me on the dew".
N'avez point vu mal assenée,
Celle de qui on parle tant?
Sa mère l'avait envoyée
Garder les brebiettes aux champs,
Et son ami qui va devant
lui demandant:
"Serez-vous mon assotée?"
"Nenny", dit-elle, "mon ami,
Je n'oseraie en bonne foi;
Mais fringuez-moi sur la rosée".
Have you never seen that ill-bred girl,
the one who's spoken about so often?
So her mother's sent her
to watch the lambs in the field,
and her boyfriend's coming up
and asking her:
"Will you be my partner?"
She's like: "No way pal,
really, I don't have the bottle;
but grope me on the dew".


