  Death went into the steeple to ring, And he pulled the rope and he tolled a knell. Fille-la-Haine, how well you sing! Why are they ringing the Passing Bell? Death went into the steeple to ring; Fille-la-Haine, how well you sing! Death went down the stream in a boat, Down the river of Seine went he; Fille-la-Haine had a pain in her throat, Fille-la-Haine was nothing to me. Death went down the stream in a boat; Fille-la-Haine had a pain in her throat. Death went up the hill in a cart (I have forgotten her lips and her laughter). Fille-la-Haine was my sweetheart (And all the village was following after). Death went up the hill in a cart. Fille-la-Haine was my sweetheart. |
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