Au Travers Des Lauriers - Dernière Volonté

Il s’en va t’en guerre, ne sait quand reviendra

Il reviendra a Paques ou a la Trinite

La Trinite se passe mais il ne revient pas

Elle, a sa tour monte, si haut qu’elle peut monter

Elle apercoit son page tout de noir habille

Beau page, o mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?

Elle apercoit son page tout de noir habille

Beau page, o mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?

Aux nouvelles que j’apporte, vos beaux yeux vont pleurer

Quittes vos habits roses et vos satins broches

Il est mort Madame, mort et enterre

J’l’ai vu porter en terre par quatre z’officiers

L’un tenait son grand sabre l’autre son bouclier

L’un tenait sa cuirasse l’autre son destrier

Alentour de sa tombe romarin l’on plantait

Sur la plus haute branche un rossignol chantait

On vit voler son ame au travers des lauriers

Chacun mit ventre a terre et puis se relevait

Pour chanter les victoires qu’il remportait,

La ceremonie faite, chacun s’en fut couche…

He's going to war, don't know when will come back

He will return at Easter or at Trinity

The Trinity happens but he doesn't come back

She, her tower rises, so high she can climb

She sees her page dressed all in black

Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news bring?

She sees her page dressed all in black

Beautiful page, o my beautiful page, what news bring?

At the news I bring, your beautiful eyes will cry

Leave your pink clothes and your satin brooches

He's dead lady, dead and buried

I saw him carried to the ground by four z officers

One held his great saber the other his shield

One held his cuirass the other his steed

Around his grave rosemary was planted

On the highest branch a nightingale sang

You saw your soul fly through the laurels

Everyone got down and then got up

To sing of the victories he won,

The ceremony done, everyone went to bed...