Tri Yann — Lundi Mardi Danse song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lundi Mardi Danse" by Tri Yann.
Lyrics
A la cour du palais lundi mardi Jour de mai
à la cour du palais Y’avait une servante
Y’avait une servante lundi mardi danse
Y’avait une servante lundi mardi danse
Elle a tant d’amoureux lundi mardi Jour de mai
Elle a tant d’amoureux Qu’elle ne sait lequel prendre
Qu’elle ne sait lequel prendre lundi mardi danse
Qu’elle ne sait lequel prendre lundi mardi danse
C’est un p’tit cordonnier
Qu’a eu la préférence
Lui a fait des souliers
En maroquin de Nantes
Et c’est en lui chaussant
qu’il lui fit sa demande
La belle si tu voulais
Nous coucherions ensemble
Dans un grand lit carré
Couvert de toile blanche
Aux quatre coins du lit
Quatre pommes d’orange
Et au dessus du lit
le rossignol y chante
Et dans le mitan du lit
deux p’tits coeurs battent ensemble
Et au dessous du lit
la rivière est courante
Tous les chevaux du roi
Viennent y boire en bande
Le noir il s’est no yé
Le plus beau de la bande
Si le roi le savait
Il nous ferait tous pendre
En haut d’un châtaignier
A la plus haute branche
Lyrics translation
At the court of the palace Monday Tuesday May Day
in the courtyard of the palace there was a maid
There was a maid Monday Tuesday dance
There was a maid Monday Tuesday dance
She has so many lovers Monday Tuesday May Day
She has so many lovers that she does not know which one to take
That she doesn't know which one to take Monday Tuesday dance
That she doesn't know which one to take Monday Tuesday dance
He's a little Shoemaker.
What was the preference
Made her shoes
In maroquin de Nantes
And it is by shod
that he asked her
The beautiful if you wanted
We'd sleep together
In a large square bed
Covered with white canvas
Four corners of the bed
Four Orange apples
And above the bed
the Nightingale sings There
And in the mitan of the bed
two little hearts beat together
And under the bed
the river is common
All the King's horses
Come and drink as a band
The black he got no Ye
The most beautiful of the tape
If the King knew
He'd make us all hang.
Top of a chestnut tree
At the highest branch