Les Filles De Trois-Rivières

There was a village
Three young girls, three young girls
All three the same age
Looking alike like three drops of water
The first of the three girls
Was named Claire, was named Claire
The second was Pétronille
And the third was Margot
They had the same hairstyle
The same age, the same tastes
As for adventures
They had none at all
Yet in the whole village
Of the three girls, of the three girls
Many asked for their hands
Claire, Pétronille, and Margot

Three young soldier brothers
In the ranks of our army
Asked their father
To let them get married
Three days later they got hitched
But the next noon
They left for war
A flower on their rifle
There was a village
Three young girls, three young girls
All three the same age
Looking alike like three drops of water
Who waited with courage
For the war, for the war
To end so that in the village
Their husbands would return soon
They wrote letters
Filled with fiery words
And watched at the window
Hoping to see a courier
It was said in the village
Of the three girls, of the three girls
They are truly the wisest
Claire, Pétronille, and Margot

The three brothers fought
Charging to the sound of the drum
With proud souls they changed
Thinking of their return
And to mock the bullets
They laughed like crazy
When suddenly a burst
Took them all three at once

There was a village
Three young girls, three young girls
All three the same age
Looking alike like three drops of water
The first of the three girls
Was named Claire, was named Claire
The second was Pétronille
And the third was Margot
They never found solace
Cried so much for the three boys
That their tears made Three Rivers
Which since then bears that name
You who pass through Three Rivers
Think of the girls, think of the girls
Of the three girls of Three Rivers
Claire, Pétronille, and Margot