The Count de la Fer s fiancee

One of my friends, the Count de la Fer, fell in love with a girl as lovely as love itself.


The Count de la Fer’s fiancee
Is only aged sixteen,
Such gorgeous manners, as they say,
Provence has never seen.
She looked as tender as a dove,
She made the Count drunk with love.

There in the Count’s park I know
The pond where lilies grow
The pond where lilies grow
Do grow.

The Count de la Fer’s fiancee
Is married to the Count,
And in her honour horns will play,
Announcing the hunt.
The hunt gets further in their land,
The spouses gallop hand in hand.

There in the Count’s park I know
The pond where lilies grow
The pond where lilies grow
Do grow.

For Goodness’ sake, what’s with the wife?
The horse fell under her,
The Count wants her to survive
And tears the dress off her.
The dress will fell down to her hand,
And on her shoulder there’s a brand!

The execution in his skill
Put there a lily blooming still, so still.

A married man, who has no wife,
Both done away with… Such is life.

There in the Count’s park I know
The pond where lilies grow
The pond where lilies grow
Do grow.