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164 Music of the Waters. |
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On trouve la superbe etable ; Cent chevaux n'y seraient point mal. On y boit Ie vin delectable De Chateauneuf, le vin papal.
Et la table est si bien servie ! Plus d'un s'en donne tout son soul. Oh ! la nr.it est bient&t finie ! L'on est si joyeux chez " Pecoul ! "
A la paresse cherehant noise, II faut regagner les bateaux ; Adieu, done, la belle bourgeoise ! A Lyon nous serrons bient6t.
Et la rejane, la grand maille, Et tous chevaux sont rattaches ; Betes et gens, chacun tvavaille, Tout attentifs, Ton voit penches.
Patron et second a la poupe, De vin point on ne manquera ; Le petit mousse fait la soupe ; A son tour chacun dormira. |
There they find superb stabling ;
A hundred horses would not do
badly in it. They drink delectable wire, Chateauneuf, the papal wine.
And the table is so well served, More than one drinks his fill! Ah! ah ! the night is soon over. One is so joyful at " Pecoul's !"
With idleness they soon quarrel, They must regain the boats ; " Good-bye, then, pretty peasant! At Lyons we soon shall be."
And then the rejane, the great maille ! And all horses are harnessed ; Beasts and men, each one works, All attention one sees them.
Coxswain and second mate at the
stern, No one will want for wine ; The little cabin-boy makes the soup ; In his turn each will sleep.
And again the troop files along, Of horses and men, weak and strong; It goes labouring, the valiant group, Without complaining of their lot.
Their voyage is like life : Sadness and gaiety, cold and heat; The days go by, the work is finished : At the end of labour comes rest.
" Pull, then, my noble crew ; My seventy horses, fly ; The strand of the Rhone is proud When bravely you crowd by." |
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Et de nouveau file la troupe De chevaux, d'hommes doux et forts ; Tl va peinant, le vaillant groupe, Sans jamais se plaindre du sort.
Son voyage est comme la vie : Tristesse et gaiete, froid et cliaud ; Les jours passent, 1'ceuvre est finie : Au bout du travail le repos. . .
" Fais tirer, mon brave equipage ; Mes septante chevaux, filez, Du Rh6ne il est tier le rivage, Quand bravement vous le foulez." |
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When the boatmen of the Rhone wished to indicate to which side of the river the train of boats had to go, to right or to left, they cried " Reiaume " or " Empeire," because in the Middle Ages the banks on the right of the Rhone were the possessions of the kings of France, and on the left were the provinces of our actual France, taken from the Empire of Germany.
The ancient crews for remounting the course of the Rhone were often composed of six or seven boats, and of sixty to ninety horses. These animals were coupled by fours together, and the great " Maio," the " Rejano," the |
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