1827.] Songs from the French. 397 



Et si faut que je sorte, 



Je suis bien siir, enfin, 

 Qu'elle n'ouvre sa porte 



Qu'a son petit cousin. 



V. 



Voiis que je vois sourire 



De tant de bon foi, 

 Vous n'en pourriez pas dire, 



Peut-e"tre, autant que moi, 

 Helas ! en manage, 



Qui peut etre certain 

 De n'avoir en partage 



Qu'un seul petit cousin ? 



I. 



On the day of my wedding, a handsome young blade 

 Caught my hand between his with a press most sincere ; 



My wife, when she saw him, smiled gaily, and said, 

 " I must introduce him My cousin, my dear." 



II. 



In six months for so soon came the source of my joy 

 A dear baby was born our blest union to cheer ; 



I asked my sweet wife, " Who's to stand for the boy ?" 



" We've arranged it," says she ; " 'tis my cousin, my dear." 



III. 



He fondles the child, just as if 'twere his own ; 



His goodness of heart from this kindness is clear ; 

 And when my wife's brow is o'ercast by a frown, 



Who disperses the cloud ? why, " my cousin, my dear !'* 



IV. 



That my lady is chaste, I've no reason to doubt 



No flirting I see, no gallant ventures near ; 

 And I feel very certain, that, when I go out, 



She will let no one in, but " my cousin, my dear." 



V. 



You smile, I perceive, at the faith I display 



But some smilers have less cause of boasting, I fear : 



When you marry, my friends, are you certain, I pray, 

 That you'll have in your house but one " cousin, my dear?" 



This song is by M. Foucart. The following is by M. Flamand * 



I. 



Le parque vient, dans son courroux, 

 De me priver de mon epoux ; 



C'est ce qui me de'sole, 

 S'il fut joueur et libertin, 

 II fit du moins tre's-bonne fin ; 



C'est ce qui me console. 



II. 



II s'endettait, et chaque jour 

 Me privait d'argent et d'amour ; 



C'est ce qui me de'sole. 

 Malgre son infidelity 

 J'ctais tr^s-sage, en verite' ; 



C'est ce qui me console. 



