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149530 : Villers : Marion est bien malade : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular
Publ. Paris, 1556. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.A.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Marion est bien malade;
Il lui faut une salade.
S'a dit Marion: "Hélas, qu'avez-vous?
Hélas, j'ai mal aux genoux".
Il lui faut une salade
D'une andouille à la moutarde.
S'a dit Marion: "Hélas, qu'avez-vous?"
"Hélas, j'ai mal aux genoux".
Marion est accouchée.
D'un beau fils a fait portée,
Qui a la tête pelée.
Marion's well peaky;
she's craving a salad.
She's said to herself:
"Shucks, what've I got? My knees are crook".
She's craving a salad -
pork sausage and mustard.
She's said to herself:
"Shucks, what've I got? My knees are crook".
She's given birth.
She's dropped this strapping son,
who's got a bald bonce.
Marion est bien malade;
Il lui faut une salade.
S'a dit Marion: "Hélas, qu'avez-vous?
Hélas, j'ai mal aux genoux".
Il lui faut une salade
D'une andouille à la moutarde.
S'a dit Marion: "Hélas, qu'avez-vous?"
"Hélas, j'ai mal aux genoux".
Marion est accouchée.
D'un beau fils a fait portée,
Qui a la tête pelée.
Marion's well peaky;
she's craving a salad.
She's said to herself:
"Shucks, what've I got? My knees are crook".
She's craving a salad -
pork sausage and mustard.
She's said to herself:
"Shucks, what've I got? My knees are crook".
She's given birth.
She's dropped this strapping son,
who's got a bald bonce.

