Music Of The Waters - online book

Sailors' Chanties, Songs Of The Sea, Boatmen's, Fishermen's,
Rowing Songs, & Water Legends with lyrics & sheet music

	158              Music of the Waters.
	Je pars ; adieu, Marie ! Helas, je pars demain ! Si vous me regrettez, oh ! je vous en supplie, Donnez-moi cette fleur, cherie, que toucha votre main ! " Si cette fleur, par vous m'etait donnee, Meme, en partant, j'aurais quelque bonheur! Et, loin de vous, cette rose fanee Serait toujours, toujours la, sur mon cceur! " La pauvre enfant, qui tremblait a sa vue, Triste et reveuse, implorait Dieu tout bas ! Et lui, reprit, d'une voix plus emue, '' Vous vous taisez ! oh ! vous ne m'aimez pas ; Je pars, I'&me fletrie ! Adieu ! je pars demain." II allait s'eloigner, quand cette fleur cherie, Seule reponse de Marie, s'echappa de sa main.	I am going; adieu, Marie ! Alas, I leave to-morrow! If you will regret me, oh ! I beg you, Give me that flower, darling, your hand has touched!
		" If that flower were given me by you, Even in leaving I should feel some joy! And when far away from you, that faded rose Will be ever, ever there, on my heart!" The poor child trembled 'neath his gaze, Sad and dreaming she implored God's help! And he in a voice both tender and reproachful, Said, " You are silent, ah ! you do not love me; I am going, my heart is wounded! Adieu, I go to-morrow." He was turning away, when that cherished flower, Sole answer from Marie, was dropped from her hand.
	PAUVRE PIERRE.