Tuesday 25th December 2018

It is Christmas Day in the workhouse,
And the cold, bare walls are bright
With garlands of green and holly,
And the place is a pleasant sight;
For with clean-washed hands and faces,
In a long and hungry line
The paupers sit at the table,
For this is the hour they dine.

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Petit Papa Noël

Tino Rossi

C’est la belle nuit de Noël
La neige étend son manteau blanc
Et les yeux levés vers le ciel, à genoux
Les petits enfants
Avant de fermer les paupières
Font une dernière prière

Petit Papa Noël
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N’oublie pas mon petit soulier

Mais, avant de partir
Il faudra bien te couvrir
Dehors, tu vas avoir si froid
C’est un peu à cause de moi

Il me tarde tant que le jour se lève
Pour voir si tu m’as apporté
Tous les beaux joujoux que je vois en rêve
Et que je t’ai commandés

Petit Papa Noël
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N’oublie pas mon petit soulier

Le marchand de sable est passé
Les enfants vont faire dodo
Et tu vas pouvoir commencer
Avec ta hotte sur le dos
Au son des cloches des églises
Ta distribution de surprises

Et quand tu seras sur ton beau nuage
Viens d’abord sur notre maison
Je n’ai pas été tous les jours très sage
Mais j’en demande pardon

Petit Papa Noël
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N’oublie pas mon petit soulier

Petit Papa Noël

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Small Santa

It’s the beautiful Christmas night
The snow is spreading its white coat
And eyes raised to the sky, kneeling
The small children
Before closing the eyelids
Make a last prayer

Small Santa
When you come down from the sky
With toys by the thousands
Do not forget my little shoe

But, before leaving
It will be necessary to cover you
Outside, you’re going to be so cold
It’s a bit because of me

I can not wait until daybreak
To see if you brought me
All the beautiful toys I see in my dreams
And that I ordered you

Small Santa
When you come down from the sky
With toys by the thousands
Do not forget my little shoe

The merchant of sand rose
The children go to sleep
And you will be able to start
With your hood on your back
At the sound of the bells of churches
Your distribution of surprises

And when you will be on your beautiful cloud
Come first on our house
I have not been very wise every day
But I ‘m sorry

Small Santa
When you come down from the sky
With toys by the thousands
Do not forget my little shoe

Small Santa

20181225_14284420181225_141917Marseillaise, La

The Marseillaise of the drinker

Let’s go children of Normandy,
The day of drinking has arrived.
It is for us that the pudding grid,
It is for us that it was prepared. (bis)
Do not we feel in the kitchen,
roast and turkey and mutton:
My faith, we would be very foolish,
If we made them look sad.

Chorus
At table, citizens! Empty all the bottles!
Drink, drink, a pure wine water your lungs!

Let’s uncouple seven bottles each,
And leave nothing on the dishes;
Love do the seven wonders
In the midst of the sweetest antics. (bis)
French for us, ah! what an outrage,
if it were necessary to stay on the way!
May Bacchus, by his divine jus,
Raise our courage again.

Chorus
At table, citizens! Empty all the bottles!
Drink, drink, a pure wine water your lungs!

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