La Julie jolie

On the night of Saint John’s
A farmer scraping by
In the field of misery of the poor
Went looking for a maid
After thinking it over for a while
For four pairs of shoes a year
With some bread, and then a place to stay
He hired Pretty Julie
Julie, who was so pretty…

He worked her hard without a break
From early morning till late at night
To lead the cattle to graze
In the wild grass of the heath
But one evening, feeling all happy
After downing a few glasses of wine
He found himself falling in love
And jumped into bed with Julie
Julie, who was so pretty…

Since that day, he’s gone mad with love
He paid her with little gifts
Trinkets that the town jeweler
Always counts with his sharp eyes
Then sold off his old tools and gorse
Sold his heath and his little shack
Just to get some cash
To put in Julie’s white stockings
Julie, who was so pretty…

So much so that one day he had nothing left
He even sold his farm
And was thrown out into the wind
Like a guy who can’t pay his rent
But that day was Saint John’s
For four pairs of shoes a year
With some bread and then a place to stay
He hired Pretty Julie again
Julie, who was so pretty…