Songs of Old Canada/Malbrouck
MALBROUCK. Malbrouck s'en va-t-en guerre, II reviendra-z-à Pâques, La Trinité se passe, Madame à sa tour monte, Elle aperçoit son page Beau page, ah! mon beau page, Aux nouvell's que j'apporte, Quittez vos habits roses, Monsieur Malbrouck est mort, Je l'ai vu porter en terre. L'un portait sa cuirasse, L'un portait son grand sabre, A l'entour de sa tombe, Sur la plus haute branche, On vit voler son âme, Chacun mit ventre à terre, Pour chanter les victoires, La cérémoni' faite, J'n'en dis pas davantage
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MALBROUCK. Malbrouck has gone a-fighting, Perchance he'll come at Easter But Trinity Term is over My Lady climbs her watch tower She sees her page approaching "Ah page, brave page, what tidings "The news I bring, fair Lady, "Put off your rose-red dress so fine "Monsieur Malbrouck is dead, alas! "I saw four officers who bore "One bore his cuirass, and his friend "The third his mighty sabre bore, "And at the corners of his tomb "And from their tops the nightingale "We saw, above the laurels, "And each one fell upon his face "And so we sang the glories "And when the whole was ended "I say no more, my Lady,
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