Paroles et traduction Aristide Bruant - A Batignolles

A Batignolles

Sa maman s'appelait Flora,
A connaissait pas son papa,
Tout' jeune on la mit? l'? cole,
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A poussa comme un champignon,
Malgr? qu'alle ait r'? u pus d'un gnon,
L'soir en faisant la cabriole,
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Alle avait des mani? r's tr? s bien,
Alle? tait coiff? e? la chien,
A chantait comme eun' petit' folle,
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Quand a s'balladait, sous l'ciel bleu,
Avec ses ch'veux couleur de feu,
On croyait voir une aur? ole,
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Alle avait encor' tout's ses dents,
Son p'tit nez, o? squ'i' pleuvait d'dans,
Etait rond comme eun' croquignolle,
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A buvait pas, mais assez,
Et quand a vous soufflait dans l'nez
On croyait r'nifler du p? trole,
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Ses appas? taient pas ben gros,
Mais j'me disais: Quand on est dos,
On peut nager avec eun' sole,
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A gagnait pas beaucoup d'argent,
Mais j'? tais pas ben exigeant!...
On vend d'l'amour pour eun obole,
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Je l'ai aim? e autant qu'j'ai pu,
Mais j'ai pus pu lorsque j'ai su
Qu'a m'trompait avec Anatole,
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Ca d'vait arriv?, t? t ou tard,
Car Anatol' c'est un mouchard...
La marmite aim' ben la cass'rol,
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Alors a m'a donn? cong?,
Mais le bon Dieu m'a ben veng?:
A vient d'mourir de la variole,
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La moral' de c'tte oraison-l?,
C'est qu'les p'tit's fill's qu'a pas d'papa,
Doiv'nt jamais aller? l'? cole,
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At Batignolles

Her mother was called Flora,
She did not know her father,
She was put to school when she was very young,
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She grew up like a mushroom,
Although she received more than one blow,
In the evening, doing cabrioles,
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She had very good manners,
She wore her hair in a chignon,
She sang like a little mad girl,
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When she walked about under the blue sky,
With her hair the color of fire,
One thought one saw a halo,
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She still had all her teeth,
Her little nose, where it rained inside,
Was as round as a snail shell,
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She did not drink, but enough,
And when she blew her breath in your nose
One thought one was sniffing petrol,
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Her charms were not very great,
But I said to myself: When one is on one's back,
One can swim with a sole,
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She did not earn much money,
But I was not very demanding!...
One sells love for a penny,
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I loved her as much as I could,
But I could no longer do so when I learned
That she deceived me with Anatole,
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It had to happen, sooner or later,
For Anatole is a mouchard...
The kettle loves the saucepan,
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Then she gave me notice,
But the good God has avenged me well:
She has just died of smallpox,
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The moral of this story is,
That little girls who have no father,
Should never go to school,
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