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Chansons

Cette rubrique présente des chansons et des comptines traditionnelles anglaises.
Voix : Clara Willmott-Basset

Ride a cock horse,
To Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady
Upon a white horse,
With rings on her fingers
And bell on her toes,
She shall have music
Wherever she goes.

Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on
We’ll all have tea.

Sukey take it of again,
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again
We’ve all gone away.

Seesaw, Margery Daw,
Johnny shall have a new master,
He shall have but a penny a day,
Because he can’t work any faster.
 

Pat-a-cake Pat-a-cake Baker’s Man

Pat-a-cake Pat-a-cake, baker’s man,
Bake me a cake as fast as you can,
Pat it and prick it and mark it with “B”
And put it in the oven for Baby and me,
For Baby and me,
For Baby and me,
There will be plenty for Baby and me.
 

Oranges and Lemons

“Oranges and lemons,” say the bells of St. Clement’s.
“You owe me five farthings,” say the bells of St. Martin’s.
“When will you pay me?” say the bells at Old Bailey.
“When I grow rich,” say the bells at Shoreditch.
“And when will that be?” say the bells at Stepney.
“I’m sure I don’t know,” says the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
 

I Had a Little Nut tree

I had a little nut tree
And nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg
And a golden pear.
The King of Spain’s daughter
Came to visit me,
And all for the sake of my
Little nut tree.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

Mary Mary Quite Contrary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.

Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

What are little girls made of? What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and all things nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.

What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of?
Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.

Hickory dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck One
The mouse ran down,
Hickory dickory dock!

Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender’s green,
When I am King, dilly dilly
You shall be Queen.

Jack and Jill
 

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper,
He went to bed and plastered his head
With vinegar and brown paper.

Bobbie Shaftoe’s gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee,
He’ll come back and marry me,
Bonny Bobbie Shaftoe.

Bobbie Shatoe’s bright a fair,
Combing down his yellow hair,
He’s my love for ever more,
Bonny Bobbie Shaftoe!

Hushabye Baby,
On a tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, cradle and all.

Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
If you have no daughters,
Give them to your sons,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie!
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing,
Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the King?

The King was in his counting house,
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey,
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.

Here we go round the Mulbery bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,
Here we go round the mulberry bush
On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our hands,
Wash our hands, wash our hands,
This is the way we wash our hands
On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our clothes,
Wash our clothes, wash our clothes,
This is the way we wash our clothes
On a cold and frosty morning.

Goosey Goosey Gander

Goosey goosey gander,
Wither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers.
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

Ding dong bell,
Pussy’s in the well,
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy cat!
Who ne’er did any harm
But killed all the mice
In his farmer’s barn.

Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy’s gone a-hunting,
Gone to fetch a rabbit skin
To wrap his precious bunting in,
Bye baby bunting.

Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
A pocket full of posies
Atichoo! Atichoo!
We all fall down!

Boys and girls come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day,
Leave your suppers, leave your sleep,
And come join your playfellows in the street!
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will or not at all!
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A ha’penny loaf will serve us all.
You bring milk and I’ll bring flour
And we’ll have a pudding in half an hour!

Baa baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.

The Alphabet Song

A B C D E F G,
H I J K,
L M N O P,
Q R S T U V W,
X, Y, Z.
Now I know my ABC,
Next time you can sing it with me.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky,
Winkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.

Wee Willy Winky

Wee Willy Winky
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs,
In his nightgown,
Rapping at the windows,
Crying through the lock,
“Are all the children in their beds?
It’s past eight o’ clock!”

The Blind Mice

Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer’s wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life
As three blind mice?

Tom, Tom, the Piper’s Son

Tom, Tom, the Piper’s son,
Stole a pig and away he run,
The pig was eat and Tom was beat
And Tom went howling
Down the street.