Ala claire fontaine
M'en allant promener,
J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle
Que je m'y suis baigné. I' ya longtemps que je t'aime, Jamais je ne t'oublierai.
J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle
Que je m'y suis baigné,
Et c'est au pied d'un chêne
Que je m'suis reposé.
Et c'est au pied d'un chêne
Que je m'suis reposé:
Sur la plus haute branche
Le rossignol chantait.
Sur la plus haute branche
Le rossignol chantait;
Chante rossignol, chante,
Toi qui as le cœur gai.
Chante rossignol, chante,
Toi qui as le cœur gai;
Tu as le coeur à rire,
Moi je l'ai-t-à pleurer.
Tu as le coeur à rire,
Moi je l'ai-t-à pleurer;
J'ai perdu ma maîtresse
Sans pouvoir la trouver.
J'ai perdu ma maîtresse
Sans pouvoir la trouver;
Pour un bouquet de roses
Que je lui refusai.
Pour un bouquet de roses
Que je lui refusai;
Je voudrais que la rose
Fût encore au rosier.
Je voudrais que la rose
Fût encore au rosier,
Et que le rosier même
Fût dans la mer jeté. I' ya longtemps que je t'aime,
Jamais je ne t'oublierai.
A LA CLAIRE FONTAINE.
Down to the crystal streamlet
I strayed at close of day;
Into its limpid waters,
I plunged without delay. I've loved thee long and dearly, I'll love thee, Sweet, for aye.
Into its limpid waters,
I plunged without delay;
Then mid the flowers springing
At the oak-tree's foot I lay.
Then mid the flowers springing
At the oak-tree's foot I lay;
Sweet the nightingale was singing,
High on the topmost spray.
Sweet the nightingale was singing,
High on the topmost spray;
Sweet bird! keep ever ringing
Thy song with heart so gay.
Sweet bird! keep ever ringing
Thy song with heart so gay;
Thy heart was made for laughter,
My heart's in tears to-day.
Thy heart was made for laughter,
My heart's in tears to-day;
Tears for a fickle mistress,
Flown from its love away.
In tears for a fickle mistress,
Flown from its love away,
All for these faded roses
Which I refused in play.
All for these faded roses
Which I refused in play—
Would that each rose were growing
Still on the rose tree gay!
Would that each rose were growing
Still on the rose tree gay,
And that the fatal rose tree
Deep in the ocean lay! I've loved thee long and dearly, I'll love thee, Sweet, for aye.
