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149229 : Anon : Je m'en allais au jardin un matin : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Chansons)
Publ. Antwerp, 1556, unattributed. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.A.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Je m'en allais au jardin un matin,
Dont rencontrai une jeune pucelle.
A elle vins; lui tâta son tétin,
Mignon et gent, disant: "Dieu gard la belle".
Bonjour, monsieur", me répondit elle,
"En me tâtant certes vous me tentez.
Rien ne vous sert de toucher la mamelle;
Laissez", dit-elle, "et vous de ci ôtez".
So I'm strolling in the park one morning,
when I'm meeting this young miss.
I'm coming up to her and I'm exploring her nipple,
nice and gentle, and I'm saying: "God save beauty".
She's replying: "Good morning, sir,
you're certainly trying it on, touching me up.
Fondling my tit will get you nowhere;
leave off", she's saying, "and shove off."
Je m'en allais au jardin un matin,
Dont rencontrai une jeune pucelle.
A elle vins; lui tâta son tétin,
Mignon et gent, disant: "Dieu gard la belle".
Bonjour, monsieur", me répondit elle,
"En me tâtant certes vous me tentez.
Rien ne vous sert de toucher la mamelle;
Laissez", dit-elle, "et vous de ci ôtez".
So I'm strolling in the park one morning,
when I'm meeting this young miss.
I'm coming up to her and I'm exploring her nipple,
nice and gentle, and I'm saying: "God save beauty".
She's replying: "Good morning, sir,
you're certainly trying it on, touching me up.
Fondling my tit will get you nowhere;
leave off", she's saying, "and shove off."


