El Rey de Francia

The king of France had three daughters
One was washing, the other sewing

The youngest of them was making a frame
Working, working, she fell asleep

Her mother wanted to scold her
Don't scold me, my mother, nor would I be scolded

I was dreaming a good and joyful dream
I dreamed it, I would release it

I appeared at the door, I saw the full moon
I appeared at the window, I saw the star Diana

I appeared at the well, I saw a pillar of gold
With three little birds pecking at the gold

The full moon is yours, mother-in-law
The star Diana is yours, sister-in-law

The three little birds are your little brothers-in-law
And the pillar of gold is the king's son, your fiancé

Saying these words, carriages at the gates
They take me to foreign lands