Chers Amis Buvons

Le Vent Du Nord Maudite Moisson Chers Amis Buvons Dear friends let’s drink But let’s not go on a bender I have good wine in my bottle Have your drink and wine too Let’s embellish our chagrin Let’s drown our sorrow in drink I have a little favour to ask you If you give it to me We could get married Yes, I’ll agree I shall give you a love token Yes, beautiful, I’ll marry you I have money to spend My grandfather gave me Écus and pistoles And half fourth of écus To play trambonne At the table of the old king Bacchus There I see that you don’t love me You don’t even look at me Lovers by the dozen You can choose Choose, you‘ll take worse