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206 FOLK-SONGS OF LOWER BRITTANY.
— Oh, enough of Recollets has St. Francis's convent, And enough of priests has the village of Morlaix.
There are enough of priests everywhere in the country, Marry the one you love, and God will also love you.
If you become a Recollet at St. Francis convent, I will go to the Calvary and there become a nun.
There we will hear together the bells of our two convents, And there we will be singing the praises of our Lord.
There we will be singing, with our lifted voices, The Gloria in JExcelsis and the Salve Begina.
The hero of the piece entitled I will be neither Priest nor Monk is made of more determined stuff, and demands that his books shall be thrown into the fire, and liberty given him to marry the object of his love, or else he will die: —
I WILL BE NEITHER PRIEST NOR MONK.
Between the prairie and the grassy hill, There is a bridge, I know it to my will.
No one can pass at eve along its planks, Because of scholars rude, who play their pranks.
When at prayers I should be at grand mass, No pater nor ave from my lips does pass.
Across my shoulder I only fix my glance On the young girl, who causes my mischance.