benjamin.coudrin
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\begin{song}{Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye}{Em}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} |
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\input battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex |
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\input{battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{The Jug of Punch}{D}{~}{traditional}{}{} |
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\input booze/jug_of_punch.tex |
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\input{booze/jug_of_punch.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Whiskey You're The Devil}{D}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} |
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\input booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex |
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\input{booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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One pleasent evening in the month of June,\\ |
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As I was sleeping in my room,\\ |
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A small bird sat on an ivy bunch,\\ |
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And the song he sang was The Jug Of Punch.\\ |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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A small bird sang on an ivy bunch,\\ |
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And the song he sang was the jug of punch.}\\ |
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What more diveration can a man desire,\\ |
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Than to sit him by an alehouse fire,\\ |
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Upon his knee a pritty wench,\\ |
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And on the table a jug of punch.\\ |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Upon his knee a pritty wench,\\ |
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And on the table a jug of punch.}\\ |
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~\\ |
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Let the doctors come with all their art\\ |
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They'll make no impression upon me heart\\ |
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Even the cripple forgets his hunch\\ |
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When he's snug outside of a jug of punch\\ |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Even the cripple forgets his hunch\\ |
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When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.}\\ |
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~\\ |
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If I get drunk, well, me money's me own,\\ |
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And them don't like me, they can leave me alone;\\ |
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I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow\\ |
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And I'll be welcome wherever I go.\\ |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow\\ |
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And I'll be welcome wherever I go.}\\ |
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~\\ |
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And when I'm dead and I'm in me grave\\ |
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No costly tombstone will I crave.\\ |
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Lay me down by me native peat,\\ |
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With a jug of punch at me head and feet.\\ |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ |
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Lay me down by me native peat,\\ |
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With a jug of punch at me head and feet.}\\ |
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One pleasent evening in the month of June, |
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As I was sleeping in my room, |
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A small bird sat on an ivy bunch, |
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And the song he sang was The Jug Of Punch. |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{A small bird sang on an ivy bunch,} |
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\textbf{And the song he sang was the jug of punch.} |
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What more diveration can a man desire, |
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Than to sit him by an alehouse fire, |
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Upon his knee a pritty wench, |
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And on the table a jug of punch. |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Upon his knee a pritty wench,} |
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\textbf{And on the table a jug of punch.} |
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\bigskip |
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Let the doctors come with all their art |
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They'll make no impression upon me heart |
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Even the cripple forgets his hunch |
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When he's snug outside of a jug of punch |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Even the cripple forgets his hunch} |
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\textbf{When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.} |
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\bigskip |
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If I get drunk, well, me money's me own, |
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And them don't like me, they can leave me alone; |
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I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow |
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And I'll be welcome wherever I go. |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow} |
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\textbf{And I'll be welcome wherever I go.} |
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\bigskip |
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And when I'm dead and I'm in me grave |
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No costly tombstone will I crave. |
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Lay me down by me native peat, |
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With a jug of punch at me head and feet. |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} |
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\textbf{Lay me down by me native peat,} |
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\textbf{With a jug of punch at me head and feet.} |
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\begin{song}{Whiskey In The Jar}{G}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} |
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\input road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex |
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\input{road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Rocky Road To Dublin}{Dm}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} |
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\input road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex |
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\input{road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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TODO : The Wild Rover |
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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains\\ |
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I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting\\ |
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I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier\\ |
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Saying "Stand and deliver" for I am a bold deceiver\\ |
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\textbf{Musha ring dumma do damma da\\ |
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whack fol' the daddy 'ol (bis)\\ |
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there's whiskey in the jar}\\ |
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I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny \\ |
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I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny\\ |
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She said and she swore that she never would deceive me\\ |
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But the devil take the women for they never can be easy\\ |
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I went up in my chamber, all for to take a slumber\\ |
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I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder\\ |
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But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water\\ |
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And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter\\ |
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't was early in the morning, as I rose to travel\\ |
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The guards were all around me likewise captain Farrell\\ |
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I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier\\ |
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I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken\\ |
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If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army\\ |
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If I knew his station down in Cork or in Killarney\\ |
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And if he'll come and join me, we'll go rovin' near Killkenny\\ |
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And sure he'll treat me better than this fuckin' cunt of Jenny\\ |
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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains |
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I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting |
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I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier |
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Saying "Stand and deliver" for I am a bold deceiver |
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\textbf{Musha ring dumma do damma da} |
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\textbf{whack fol' the daddy 'ol (bis)} |
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\textbf{there's whiskey in the jar} |
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\bigskip |
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I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny |
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I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny |
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She said and she swore that she never would deceive me |
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But the devil take the women for they never can be easy |
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\bigskip |
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I went up in my chamber, all for to take a slumber |
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I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder |
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But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water |
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And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter |
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\bigskip |
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't was early in the morning, as I rose to travel |
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The guards were all around me likewise captain Farrell |
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I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier |
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I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken |
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\bigskip |
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If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army |
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If I knew his station down in Cork or in Killarney |
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And if he'll come and join me, we'll go rovin' near Killkenny |
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And sure he'll treat me better than this fuckin' cunt of Jenny |
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A moi forban que m'importe la gloire \\ |
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Né fils de roi et de prostituée \\ |
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Sur des cadavres j'ai chanté la victoire \\ |
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Et dans un crâne j'ai bu la liberté \\ |
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Vierge craintive, toi, ma captive \\ |
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Ce soir je vais dévorer tes appâts\\ |
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Encore brûlant d'une autre amante \\ |
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Tes vertus vont expirer dans mes bras.\\ |
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\textbf{Vin qui pétille, femme gentille \\ |
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Sous tes baisers brûlant d'amour, oui d'amour \\ |
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Plaisirs... batailles... vive la canaille \\ |
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Je bois, je chante et je tue tour à tour.\\} |
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Etant forban je vis dans ma cabine \\ |
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En méprisant les lois , même la mort \\ |
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Ne vivant que de meurtre et de rapine \\ |
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Je bois mon vin dans une coupe d'or \\ |
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Vivre d'orgie est ma seule espérance \\ |
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Le seul bonheur que j'ai su conquérir \\ |
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car sur les flots j'ai bercé mon enfance \\ |
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Et sur les flots un forban doit mourir\\ |
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Pendu au mât d'une barque étrangère \\ |
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Mon corps un jour servira d'étendard \\ |
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Et tout mon sang rougira la galère \\ |
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Aujourd'hui fête et demain le hasard \\ |
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Allons esclaves, debout mes braves \\ |
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Buvons l'ivresse et l'orgie à grands flots \\ |
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Aujourd'hui fête , demain peut être\\ |
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Mon corps ira s'engloutir dans les flots\\ |
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Si par hasard par un coup de fortune \\ |
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Je capturais l'or d'un beau galion \\ |
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Riche à pouvoir décrocher la lune \\ |
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Je m'en irai vers d'autres horizons \\ |
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Là, vénéré tout comme un gentilhomme\\ |
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Moi qui ne fut qu'un forban qu'un bandit \\ |
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Là je pourrais peut être tout comme\\ |
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Un grand roi dormir dedans un bon lit\\ |
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A moi forban que m'importe la gloire |
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N\'e fils de roi et de prostitu\'ee |
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Sur des cadavres j'ai chant\'e la victoire |
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Et dans un cr\^ane j'ai bu la libert\'e |
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Vierge craintive, toi, ma captive |
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Ce soir je vais d\'evorer tes app\^ats |
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Encore br\^ulant d'une autre amante |
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Tes vertus vont expirer dans mes bras. |
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\textbf{Vin qui p\'etille, femme gentille} |
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\textbf{Sous tes baisers br\^ulant d'amour, oui d'amour} |
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\textbf{Plaisirs... batailles... vive la canaille} |
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\textbf{Je bois, je chante et je tue tour \`a tour.} |
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Etant forban je vis dans ma cabine |
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En m\'eprisant les lois , m\^eme la mort |
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Ne vivant que de meurtre et de rapine |
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Je bois mon vin dans une coupe d'or |
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Vivre d'orgie est ma seule esp\'erance |
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Le seul bonheur que j'ai su conqu\'erir |
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car sur les flots j'ai berc\'e mon enfance |
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Et sur les flots un forban doit mourir |
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Pendu au m\^at d'une barque \'etrang\`ere |
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Mon corps un jour servira d'\'etendard |
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Et tout mon sang rougira la gal\`ere |
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Aujourd'hui f\^ete et demain le hasard |
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Allons esclaves, debout mes braves |
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Buvons l'ivresse et l'orgie \`a grands flots |
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Aujourd'hui f\^ete , demain peut \^etre |
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Mon corps ira s'engloutir dans les flots |
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Si par hasard par un coup de fortune |
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Je capturais l'or d'un beau galion |
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Riche \`a pouvoir d\'ecrocher la lune |
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Je m'en irai vers d'autres horizons |
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L\`a, v\'en\'er\'e tout comme un gentilhomme |
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Moi qui ne fut qu'un forban qu'un bandit |
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L\`a je pourrais peut \^etre tout comme |
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Un grand roi dormir dedans un bon lit |
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\begin{song}{Irish Rover}{G}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} |
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\input sea/irish_rover.tex |
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\input{sea/irish_rover.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{The Mermaid}{G}{Child Ballad 289}{traditional}{}{} |
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\input sea/mermaid.tex |
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\input{sea/mermaid.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Quinze Marins (\textit{Dead Man's Chest})}{Dm}{~}{R.L. Stevenson and Y.E. Allison}{}{} |
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\input sea/quinze_marins.tex |
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\input{sea/quinze_marins.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Drunken Sailor}{Dm}{Capstan shanty}{traditional}{}{} |
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\input sea/drunken_sailor.tex |
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\input{sea/drunken_sailor.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Le Forban (version de terre)}{C}{~}{traditionnel breton}{}{} |
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\input sea/le_forban1.tex |
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\input{sea/le_forban1.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Le Forban (version de mer)}{C}{~}{traditionnel breton}{}{} |
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\input sea/le_forban2.tex |
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\input{sea/le_forban2.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Dirty Old Town}{G}{~}{Ewan MacColl}{}{} |
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\input town/dirty_old_town.tex |
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\input{town/dirty_old_town.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Dans les prisons de Nantes}{Am}{~}{traditionnel breton}{}{} |
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\input town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex |
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\input{town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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\begin{song}{Eileen Og}{Am}{~}{Percy French}{}{} |
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\input town/eileen_og.tex |
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\input{town/eileen_og.tex} |
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\end{song} |
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