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Au Clair de la Lune

Au Clair de la Lune
  (Charles Fonteyn Manney and Jean Baptiste Lully)

Au clair de la lune, mon ami Pierrot
Prete moi ta plume pour ecrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte, je n'ai plus de feu
Ouvre moi ta porte, pour l'amour de Dieu

Au clair de la lune, Pierrot repondes
Je n'ai pas de plume, je suis dans mon lit
Va chez la voisine, je crois qu'elle y est
Car dans la cuisine, un bat le bricket

At thy door I'm knocking by the pale moonlight
Lend a pen I pray thee, I've a word to write
Guttered is my candle, burns my fire no more
For the love of heaven, open now the door

Pierrot cried in answer by the pale moonlight
"In my bed I'm lying, late and chill the night
Yonder at my neighbor's, someone is astir
Fire is freshly kindled - get a light from her."

To the neighbor's house then by the pale moonlight
Goes our gentle Lubin to beg a pen to write
"Who knocks there so softly?" Calls a voice above
"Open wide your door now, 'tis the god of love"

Seek they pen and candle in the pale moonlight
They can see so little, dark is now the night
What they find in seeking, that is not revealed
All behind her door is carefully concealed


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