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Clément Janequin
(c.1485 - 1558)
Si Dieu voulait que fusse arrondelle
(S.A.T.B. (or A.T.T.B.))
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Pub. 1554. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.A.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Si Dieu voulait que je fusse arrondelle,
Comme Procné devint une journée;
Dedans la chambre où dort ma demoiselle,
Ferais mon nid haut en la cheminée,
Et tous les jours la fraîche matinée,
Des quoi verrais le mari n'y est pas,
Je volerais incontinent à bas
Pour me coucher dedans le lit près d'elle.
Puis aussitôt qu'il entrerait un pas,
Et de fuir en son nid l'arrondelle.
I would be a swallow, God willing,
As Procne once became;
I will make my nest high in the chimney,
In the room wherein my damsel sleeps,
And in the early morning, every which day
I see that her husband isn't there,
I'll fly down impatiently
To lie close to her in the bed.
And should he enter by but a single step,
I'll hide in her "cuckoo's nest".
Si Dieu voulait que je fusse arrondelle,
Comme Procné devint une journée;
Dedans la chambre où dort ma demoiselle,
Ferais mon nid haut en la cheminée,
Et tous les jours la fraîche matinée,
Des quoi verrais le mari n'y est pas,
Je volerais incontinent à bas
Pour me coucher dedans le lit près d'elle.
Puis aussitôt qu'il entrerait un pas,
Et de fuir en son nid l'arrondelle.
I would be a swallow, God willing,
As Procne once became;
I will make my nest high in the chimney,
In the room wherein my damsel sleeps,
And in the early morning, every which day
I see that her husband isn't there,
I'll fly down impatiently
To lie close to her in the bed.
And should he enter by but a single step,
I'll hide in her "cuckoo's nest".