by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Adieu mes amours
Language: French (Français)
Superius
Adieu, mes amours, m'atent.
Ma boursse n'enffle ne n'etend,
Et brief, je suis en desarroy
Jusquez a ce qu'il plaise au roy
Me faire avancer du content.
Qant je voy que nul ne m'entent
Ung seul blanc en main, il s'entent
Qu'il fault dire sans faire effroy
Adieu mes amours, m'atent.
Ma boursse n'enffle ne n'etend,
Et brief, je suis en desarroy.
Ainsi qu'il vient il se despent,
Et puis après on s'en repent,
N'est-ce pas, cela je le croy.
Remede n'y voy quant a moy
Fors publier ce mot patent.
Adieu, mes amours, m'atent.
Ma boursse n'enffle ne n'etend,
Et brief, je suis en desarroy.
Jusquez a ce qu'il plaise au roy
Me faire advancer du content.
Lower voices
Adieu mes amours, a Dieu vous command,
Adieu je vous dy jusquez au printemps
Je suis en souci de quoy je vivray
La raison pour quoy je le vous diray :
Je n'ay plus d'argent, vivray je du vent,
Se l'argent du roy ne vient plus souvent.
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "Farewell my love affairs", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-07-26
Line count: 29
Word count: 167
Farewell my love affairs
Language: English after the French (Français)
Superius
Farewell my love affairs, they are waiting.
My purse neither swells nor stretches
And in short, I am in a mess
Until it pleases the king
To advance me something.
When I see that no-one will give me
A single letter of credit in my hand, it means
That I must say without fear:
Farewell my love affairs, they are waiting.
My purse neither swells nor stretches
And in short, I am in a mess.
As soon as it comes in, it is spent,
And then afterwards you are sorry,
Aren't you - that's what I believe.
I cannot see any cure for myself
Except publishing this open message:
Farewell my love affairs, they are waiting.
My purse neither swells nor stretches
And in short, I am in a mess
Until it pleases the king
To advance me something.
Farewell my love affairs, I commend you to God,
Farewell I say, until the Spring;
Now I am worrying about what I'll live on till then,
That's the reason why I say this to you.
I have no more money, I shall have to live off the wind
If the king's pay doesn't come more regularly.
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Word count: 199
