Le moine buveur

It was a drinking monk
Going to see ding ding cataring
Going to see the injustice
Going to see blah blah my mother
Going to see the girls (repeat)

He found her all alone
On her bed crying

Why are you crying so much?
But I have my train to catch
And my cows to pull

What would you give me, beauty
If I were to pull them for you?
A kiss on the mouth
A second one on the ding ding cataring
A third one on the injustice
A fourth one on the blah blah my mother
A fifth one on the rigolet (repeat)

Ah! Give me your udder, sweetheart
So I can pull your milk

The sweetheart was feisty
She kicked with her hind leg

She threw the monk to the ground
On his back in the ditch

May the devil take the cows
As well as the milk pot