Auprès de ma blonde

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Dans les jardins d’ mon père
Les lilas sont fleuris
Dans les jardins d’ mon père
Les lilas sont fleuris
Tous les oiseaux du monde
Viennent y fair’ leurs nids

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Auprès de ma blonde
Qu’il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon.
Auprès de ma blonde
Qu’il fait bon dormir !

Tous les oiseaux du monde
Viennent y fair’ leurs nids (bis)
La caille, la tourterelle
Et la jolie perdrix.

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La caille, la tourterelle
Et la jolie perdrix (bis)
Et la blanche colombe
Qui chante jour et nuit

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Et la blanche colombe
Qui chante jour et nuit (bis)
Elle chante pour les filles
Qui n’ont pas de mari

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chansons historiques de France 56 : Auprès de ma Blonde 1704

melodie en geschiedenis: zie wikipedia FR

My Bonnie

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My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
my Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
O bring back my Bonnie to me.

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Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me.

O blow ye winds over the ocean,
O blow ye winds over the sea.
O blow ye winds over the ocean,
And bring back my Bonnie to me.

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Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.

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The winds have blown over the ocean,
The winds have blown over the sea,
The winds have blown over the ocean,
And brought back my Bonnie to me.

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Cockles and mussels

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In Dublin’s fair city, where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Now she was a fishmonger, and it sure no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they each wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!