Military Song: The White Ermine
I met this morning in front of the hedge of my field A troop of sailors, workers, peasants Where are you going comrades with your loaded guns? We will set ambushes come join our army
Here is the White Ermine, long live the seagull and the gorse Here she is, the White Hermine, long live Fougères and Clisson!
Where are you going comrades with your loaded guns? We will set ambushes come join our army My darling says it's madness to go to war with the Franks. But I say it is madness to be chained any longer
Here is the White Ermine, long live the seagull and the gorse Here she is, the White Hermine, long live Fougères and Clisson!
She tells me that it is madness to go to war with the Franks. But I say it is madness to be chained any longer She will have a hard time raising the children. She will be very sad because I am going away for a long time.
Here is the White Ermine, long live the seagull and the gorse Here she is, the White Hermine, long live Fougères and Clisson!
She will have a hard time raising the children. She will be very sad because I am going away for a long time. I will come to the dark night as long as the war lasts Like the women in black sad and alone she will wait for me
Here is the White Ermine, long live the seagull and the gorse Here she is, the White Hermine, long live Fougères and Clisson!
I will come to the dark night as long as the war lasts Like the women in black sad and alone she will wait for me And she probably thinks I'm crazy. Seeing her makes my heart ache there in front of the house
Here is the White Ermine, long live the seagull and the gorse Here she is, the White Hermine, long live Fougères and Clisson!
And she probably thinks I'm crazy. Seeing her makes my heart ache there in front of the house And if I die in the war will she be able to forgive me? For having preferred my land to the love it gave me
Here is the White Ermine, long live the seagull and the gorse Here she is, the White Hermine, long live Fougères and Clisson!
And if I die in the war will she be able to forgive me? For having preferred my land to the love it gave me I met this morning in front of the hedge of my field A group of sailors, workers, peasants
Here is the White Ermine, long live the seagull and the gorse Here she is, the White Hermine, long live Fougères and Clisson!