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(Note: sometimes the phrase “with my sabots” is translated “with my wooden clogs” or just “with my clogs.” Sabot is pronounced like this.)
Passing through a town of fair Lorraine,
With my sabots;
Passing through a town of fair Lorraine,
With my sabots;
Captains three I met and met again,
With my sabots,
Don-dai-ne
Oh! Oh! Oh! With my sabots.
Captains three I met and met again,
With my sabots;
Captains three I met and met again,
With my sabots;
And they said my features were so plain,
With my sabots,
Don-dai-ne
Oh! Oh! Oh! With my sabots.
And they said my features were so plain,
With my sabots;
And they said my features were so plain,
With my sabots;
Shoes don’t count with beauty, I maintain,
With my sabots,
Don-dai-ne
Oh! Oh! Oh! With my sabots.
Shoes don’t count with beauty, I maintain,
With my sabots;
Shoes don’t count with beauty, I maintain,
With my sabots;
For the king’s own son my love would gain,
With my sabots,
Don-dai-ne
Oh! Oh! Oh! With my sabots.
