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— Ah! revenez, 
— Ma chere mere, 
Mon petit corps 
Mon petit coeur 
Ma petite ame, 
mon cher enfant. 
il n’est plus temps, 
s en va calant; 
s’en va mourant; 
au paradis. 
TRANSLATION 
There are three mowers in the field. 
There are three mowers in the field, 
Three maidens there the hay-fork wield. 
Oh, Fm young and hear the Wild melody , 
/ am young and free. 
Three maidens wield the hay-fork there, (bis) 
And one a little child did bear. 
Oh, Fm young . . . 
And one did bear a little child, (bis) 
She wrapped it in a kerchief white. 
In a white kerchief it was sewn (bis) 
And then into the river thrown. 
When it was flung into the deep, (bis) 
The little one began to weep. 
Weeping still the infant cried, (bis) 
“My mother, now a sin you hide. 
You hide a sin, my mother dear." (bis) 
“My little child, how did you hear? 
Who made you speak so wonder-wise? (bis) 
“Three angels out of Paradise, 
Three angels who in Heaven pray, (bis) 
One was white and one was grey. 
