Dondaine la ridaine

Dondaine the Ridaine
My leg alimatou
My aunt alou malimatou
My leg alimatou
My aunt alou laridé

On a beautiful Sunday evening while going for a walk
I met the beauty and asked her
I asked her if she was ready to marry
No, no she replied not with a cobbler
Because with his awl he could prick me
Damn my tools on the ground cursing my trade
Besides this trade, I would have gotten married
With the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood
She has golden eyebrows, beautiful curly hair
And other things too that I can't name