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La ballade de la revenante (A. Jacques / Victor Hugo)
La chanson du spectre
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You are purchasing high quality sheet music PDF files suitable for printing or viewing on digital devices.The heptasyllabic verses have only two alternating rhymes which, punctuated with the repetitive verse "Cueillez la feuille de houx" ("Pluck the leaf of holly") help create a kind of perpetual motion – suggestive of the never-ending cycles of life and death. Here, the haunting melody follows a 13/4 pattern. Translation:
1._"Who are you, then, beauty, What is your name?" _A maiden was in our country Her eyes were her jewels_ "I am the maiden, said she." _Pluck the branch of holly.
2._"You are all in white , beauty, What is your name?" _In tending the big auburn oxen Claude made sheep’s eyes at her_ "I am the beauty, said she." –-Pluck the branch of holly.
3._"You are carrying some flowers, beauty, What is your name?" _The winds and the hearts are mad A kiss made them wedded_ "I am the bride, said she." _Pluck the branch of holly.
4._You have cried, beauty, What is your name?" _She had a son, let’s all pray, God took him on his lap_ "I am the mother, said she." _Pluck the branch of holly.
5._"You are pale, beauty, What is your name?" _She runs away in the hollows, Sinister with the owls_ "I am the madwoman, said she." –-Pluck the branch of holly.
6._"You are so cold, beauty, What is your name?" _The loves and the gentle eyes Are, of our coffins, the nails_ _Pluck the branch of holly.
