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6 - — N’est pas mon vin que je regrette; 
C’est la chanson que vous chantez: 
Mon defunt mari la savait. 
7 — J’ai un mari dans les voyages; 
Voila sept ans qu’il est parti. 
Je crois bien que vous etes lui. 
8 - — Ah! taisez-vous, mechante femme. 
Je vous ai laisse deux enfants, 
En voila quatre ici presents! 
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— J’ai tant regu 
Que vous etiez 
Et moi, je me 
de fausses lettres, 
mort, enterre. 
suis r’marie. 
1 0 — Dedans Paris, y a grand guerre. 
Grand guerre rempli’ de tourments. 
Adieu, ma femme et mes enfants! 
TRANSLATION 
1 Home from the war the soldier has come, {bis) 
His shoes are torn, his clothes out-worn. 
“Tell me, soldier, whence do you corned” 
2 Down to the inn he made his way: 
“O hostess, a tankard of your wine!” 
“Soldier, have you a silver coin?” 
3 “I cannot pay with silver coin, 
But keep this coat and hat of mine 
To pay for your goodly wine.” 
4 When at the table the soldier sat down 
He drank his wine and sang a song. 
But the hostess wept loud and long. 
5 “What worries you, why do you weep? 
Is it the wine that you regret, 
Or that I shall be in your debt?” 
