Il estoit une fillette (Clément Janequin)

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Edition notes: Marriage of the original words with Attaignant's dance book arrangement of the tune.
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General Information

Title: Il estoit une fillette
Composer: Clément Janequin

Number of voices: 4vv  Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Chansons

Language: French
Instruments: a cappella.
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Original text and translations

Image:French.png French text

Il estoit une fillette
Qui vouloit scavoir le jeu d'amours,
Ung jour qu'elle estoit seullette
Je luy en aprins deux ou trois tours,
Apres avoir senty le goust
Elle me dit en soubzriant
"Le premier coup me semble lour
Mais la fin me semble friant"
Je luy dis "vous me tentez"
El me dit "recommencez"
Je l'empoingne
Je la fringue fort.
Elle crie "necessez"
Je luy dis "vous me gastez
Laissez moy, petite garse,
vous avez grant tort.
Mais quant ce vint a sentir le doulx point
Vous l'es_ussiez veu mouvoir si doulcement
Que son las cueur luy Tremble fort et poingt
Mais, Dieu mercy, c'estoit ung doulx tourment,


Image:English.png English translation

There was a young girl who would know of the game of love. One day when she was alone I taught her a trick or two. After a taster she said to me, smiling, "It's tough at the start, but the end seems pleasant to me" I said to her "You tempt me!", she said "Begin again", I grasp her, embrace her and frisk her briskly. She cries "Don't stop", I say "I'm wrecked. Leave me alone little one, you are doing wrong". But when it came to the point, you should have seen her move so gently that her heart trembled and pained her but, thank God, it was a sweet torment.

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