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I saw a wolf, a fox, a hare

I saw a wolf, a fox, a hare
I saw a wolf, a fox hit the bottle hard
I was the one spying on them
I saw a wolf, a fox, a hare
I was the one spying on them
I saw a hare, a fox, a wolf
 
I heard a wolf, a fox, a hare
I heard a wolf, a fox sing
I was the one imitating them
I heard a wolf, a fox, a hare
I was the one imitating them
I heard a wolf, a fox sing
 
I saw a wolf, a fox, a hare
I saw a wolf, a fox dance
I was the one who made them dance
I heard a wolf, a fox, a hare
I was the one who made them dance
I saw a wolf, a fox dance
 

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Ez a harc most a végső,
Csak összefogni hát,
És nemzetközivé nő! –
Miénk lesz a világ.
 
Föl! Kárhozottjai a földnek!
Föl! Föl! Ti éhség rabjai!
Az éjnek végórái jönnek,
Az ész szavát már hallani,
Föl! Föl! A szégyent éveinkben
Töröljük le, rabok hada!
Legyünk a semmiből mi – minden:
Világunk új talapzata.
 
Ott fönn nem hallják meg szavunkat,
Nem óv sem isten sem vezér

Quadrille of Saint Joachim

She is the miller's daughter
Who danced with the guys
She lost her garter
Her garter that would not stay up
That didn’t stay, that didn’t stay, that scarcely held up
That didn't stay, that didn't stay, that didn't stay
When you feel like it, are you staying up for more gals,
When you feel like it, it stays on you longer.
 

Already Unhappily Married

Versions: #1
My father married me off
To a stonecutter
My father married me off
To a stonecutter
The day after my wedding
He sent me to the quarry
 
Chorus :
So, already unhappily married yet
Already unhappily married, treading water
Already unhappily married still
Already unhappily married, treading water
 
The day after my wedding
He sent me to the quarry
The day after my wedding
He sent me to the quarry
And I dipped my bread
In the stock of the stone
 
[Chorus]
 
And I dipped my bread
In the stock of the stone
And I dipped my bread
In the stock of the stone
There chance to pass by
The parish priest
 
[Chorus]
 
There chance to pass by
The parish priest
There chance to pass by
The parish priest
Good day Father
I have three words to say to you
 
[Chorus]
 
Good day Father
I have three words to say to you
Good day Father
I have three words to say to you
Yesterday you made me a wife
Today make me a daughter again
 
[Chorus]
 
Yesterday you made me a wife
Today make me a daughter again
Yesterday you made me a wife
Today make me a daughter again
Out of a daughter, I became a wife
I’m not a daughter but instead a wife.
 
[Chorus]
 

Giant song

When the big bell rings, the big bell rings
The giant comes out
When the big bell rings, the big bell rings
The giant comes out
Turn around, giant, giant
Turn around, kind giant
Turn around, giant, giant
Turn around, kind giant
 
Mother, draw out the best beer, the best beer
The giant is here
Turn around, giant, giant
Turn around, kind giant
Turn around, giant, giant
Turn around, kind giant
 
Like a peasant, he shits himself, he hears the bell~
His small balls jump
Turn around, giant, giant
Turn around, kind giant
Turn around, giant, giant
Turn around, kind giant
 

The Dream Walks By

The soldiers are yonder slumbering on the plain
where an evening breath perfumed with
clean cropped wheat sings to lull them.
In the distance, the sentinel paces in quick time.
Suddenly the lightning flashes of countless horsemen
illuminate the hazy glow of the sky
and the seems to guide these shadows
toward immortality.
 
Do you see them?
The Hussars, the Dragoons, the Guard,
glorious madmen
of Austerlitz, watched by the Eagle.
Those under
and , singing to victory,
iron giants
on their ride to glory.
 
Yet the little soldier
sees his dream darken.
It seems to him a storm
gathers up there.
The hydra in a pointy helmet1
draws near sneakily.
The startled child awakes
but all is quietly asleep
and the dream came back into his heart.
 
The guns!
The bugles!
Listen!
Look!
Do you see them?
The Hussars, the Dragoons, the Guard,
all saluting
as the Emperor watches them.
 
And in a land where the harvest basks in the sun,
the soul of the little greenhorn recalls an old belfry.
Here is the small house where the one he adores
keeps her eyes lowered, awaiting his return.
But all of a sudden... the pain! He sees her draw farther.
Again the black helmets, the blaze and the hatred,
here they come, here they are!
 
Do you see them?
Their Hussars, their Dragoons, their Guard,
dark owls
ravishing the distraught virgin
The old Strasbourg
shudders under its snow-white hair.
Time to die, drummers,
here comes the bloody procession.
 
Soon the crimson day
dawns on the horizon.
The wake-up is called
and the dream goes on.
The Giants of
are replaced by others.
And these joyous soldiers,
France, they are ours.
Beloved blondes, you must dry your eyes.
 
Listen!
Look!
Your friends,
here they are.
Do you see them?
The Hussars, the Dragoons, the Army,
they'll all die
for the new epic.
 
Proud children
of your kin,
call out the troops,
the dream walks by.
 

• 1. the hated Prussian, no doubt :)
• 2. the year Napoleon came to power

Proud To Be From Burgundy

In the heart of a vineyard
I saw the light of day.
My mother was worthy
of all my love.
Since I was born
she fed me.
In gratitude
my heart cherishes her.
 
(chorus)
As a proud child of Burgundy
I never knew any misfortune.
When I see my face redden
I'm proud to be from Burgundy.
 
With a bottle always by my side,
drinking under the vine,
happier than a king.
I never get confused,
for I wash my face
every morning
in a glass of wine!
 
(chorus)
 
Madeira wine and Champagne,
come and gather.
And you too, Spanish wines,
despite all your radiance,
friends of the drunkard,
come claim your rights!
In front of the Burgundy wine,
bow deeply three times!
 
(chorus)
 
Since all things perish,
one day I shall die.
Yet I'll keep drinking
even in my grave.
I want a full glass
to be put in
the coffin where
my body will rest.
 
(chorus)
 

Fanchon

Friends, it's time for a halt.
I glimpse a tavern not far.
Let's drink to the amiable Fanchon,
and sing a little tune for her.
 
(chorus)
Ah! Conversing with her is so sweet!
How worthy and glorious she is!
She likes to laugh and drink as well,
She likes to sing just like we do.
She likes to laugh and drink as well,
She likes to sing just like we do.
She likes to laugh and drink as well,
She likes to sing just like we do.
Like us indeed, aye, just like us!
 
Though Fanchon is a proper Christian,
she was baptised with wine.
Her godfather was of Burgundy1,
her godmother from Brittany.2
 
Fanchon likes grilled meat better
than more refined dishes.
Her complexion brightens
when poured a hefty glass.
 
Fanchon only proves to be cruel
when talked about love.
As for me, I only woo her
for us to get drunk together.
 
One day our 'Hand Grenade' pal
chanced a hand in her girdle.
She retaliated with a slap
smack on the comrade's face.
 

• 1. a region producing some of the finest French wines
• 2. a region (in)famous to this day for its high wine consumption

The eighty hunters

At the start of hunting season,
in a castle teeming with game
(teeming with game)
A marquess, breeder of fine hounds
set to invite hunters in droves.
Soon scores of hunters were seen
flocking there, invited or not.
 
(chorus)
At the marquess meeting there were
eighty of us brave hunters
At the marquess meeting there were
eighty of us brave hunters
(Eighty brave) x4
Eighty brave hunters
 
Encouraged by our beauty
we shot down many a pheasant
(many pheasants)
That's when a most frightening boar
appeared and pounced upon her.
Despite its rage and its fury,
we had the beast let go of her.
 
(chorus)
for to save the marquess there were...
 
To celebrate this victory,
said our marquess, you shall come in
(you shall come in)
Distinguished deeds are all very well,
now let's carouse and make merry.
Bring forth the dishes and liquors!
And when the table was well set
 
(chorus)
At the marquess banquet there were...
 
After sipping the last champagne,
our mind was well disposed for love
(disposed for love)
Each of us wanted, taking turns,
embrace the lovely playmate.
We were in high spirits, for the
lass was well and truly tipsy
 
(chorus)
And in the marquess bed there were...
 
After this memorable night,
nine months later, the marquess gave
(the marquess gave)
...birth to a most glorious bastard
who turned into a fearsome lad.
Ignorant of his father name,
he requested to be enlightened.
You are, answered our marquess,
the son of eighty brave hunters...
 
...who knew no fear
 

When the Carnival comes

In Dunkirk, when the Carnival comes,
We're happy like hell
We put make up, we paint ourselves
We get it everywhere, everywhere on our faces
 
We dress up with old clothes
And we take our big umbrellas !
With everything, we're ready for the Carnival !
And work ? We don't even care !
 
We're happy (eh ho !)
We're happy (eh oh !)
She can say everything she wants to, we're happy !
 

The St Gilles Street's Gossips

All the St-Gilles street's gossips
Those are people that don't worry !
They're always laughing
Sat on the docks
 
The tobacconish is their lair
For all those gossips from St Gilles street
They're always carrying their tobacco pouch,
There, it's the story of the gossips !
 
While their men are at work,
They're playing, grinding coffee
While their men are at work,
Women are playing, grinding coffee
 
It was the first time, it's the last time
Never again, never again she'll get that from me
It was the first time, it's the last time
Never again, never again she'll get that from me
 
Oh la la, women are partying
Oh la la, it's a whole band from Rosse1
Oh la la, women are partying
Men are at home, taking care of the children
 

• 1. Rosendaël, little city from north-France

One said Dunkirk is dead

One said Dunkirk is dead,
Mironton, mironton, mirontaine1
One said Dunkirk is dead,
Dead and buried, that's not true !
 
Ah, he shouldn't have, he shouldn't have gone there !
Ah, he shouldn't have, he shouldn't have gone !
 

• 1. French nickname

Raymonde

Raymonde has a big botton
...She also has a hell of a front !
Everybody thinks it's because of the beer,
That she wasn't like that before.
Long ago, t'was not a beautiful girl,
But we said : 'Here comes Raymonde !'
Now with everything she has and drinks,
We say : 'Here comes the big Raymonde !'
 
The worst is that she's a good girl,
She's open-handed
But, we have to admit,
Her hands can't fit between her breasts !
She's always rushing to be helpful
She always offering you a drink at the bar, or at home
 
One time, she was so drunk
She felt and rolled her whole body
And t'was not a little tumble !
Everybody thought she was dead !
We took her at the hospital
There was a carnival man, dress up as a fireman
He was coming straigh from the carnival, still disguised
 
But well, it was really nothing
Some bruises and little sractches
The doctor said it was because of
Her uncredible luck !
She made it really quick,
With Merbromin all over her face
And her nose all twisted
That was really worth seeing !
 
We came home with her
She was muddled during all the journey
She was a little high
And her back was all twisted
She said, at least a hundred times :
'I'd like to have a beer !'
But t'was not the first time
She was saying nonsense !
 

The La Rochelle girls

The La Rochelle girls
They have fit out a vessel
They have fit out a vessel
To sail off and navigate
The Eastern seas
 
The leaf is blown away, blown away
The leaf is blown in the wind
 
The foreyard is made of ivory
The pulleys of diamond
The pulleys of diamond
The mainsail is made of lace
The foresail of white satin
 
Vessel ropes
Are gold and silver strings
Are gold and silver strings
And the hull is of red wood
Very neatly wrought
 
Crew members
Are all girls aged fifteen
Are all girls aged fifteen
And their captain
Is the best of good-natured
 
Yesterday during his patrol
On the forecastle
On the forecastle
He saw a brunette
Who swept in the shrouds
 
What's wrong, young brunette
Why do you cry so loud ?
Why do you cry so loud ?
Did you loose father and mother
Or someone among your relatives ?
 
I'm not crying the loss of my father
Of my mother or any relative
Of my mother or any relative
I lost my advantage1
He made his way under sail
 
He went on a tail wind
He will come back on a head wind
He will come back on a head wind
He will come back and cast anchor
In the harbour of the good-natured