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149230 : Willaert : Hélas ma mère, hélas maman : sheet music
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Publ. Paris, 1572.
Lyrics: Anon
Hélas ma mere, hélas maman, les dens.
Les caquines de derrière
Font mal à ceux devant.
L'autre jour me cheminaie
Mon chemin à Saint Laurent;
Rencontrai une bergère
Qui criait le mal des dens.
Je lui pris à demander:
"Belle, qu'allez vous criant?"
Hélas ma mère, hélas maman, les dens.
Argh mother, argh ma, my teeth.
The bad boys at the back
are hurting those in front.
So the other day, I'm wending
my way to Saint Laurent;
I'm meeting a shepherdess
who's grumbling about her toothache.
I'm enquiring of her:
"Hey good-looking, what are you crying about?"
Argh mother, argh ma, my teeth.
Hélas ma mere, hélas maman, les dens.
Les caquines de derrière
Font mal à ceux devant.
L'autre jour me cheminaie
Mon chemin à Saint Laurent;
Rencontrai une bergère
Qui criait le mal des dens.
Je lui pris à demander:
"Belle, qu'allez vous criant?"
Hélas ma mère, hélas maman, les dens.
Argh mother, argh ma, my teeth.
The bad boys at the back
are hurting those in front.
So the other day, I'm wending
my way to Saint Laurent;
I'm meeting a shepherdess
who's grumbling about her toothache.
I'm enquiring of her:
"Hey good-looking, what are you crying about?"
Argh mother, argh ma, my teeth.


