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Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis<br />
Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis<br />
Le dieu d’amous vous sonne.<br />
Le dieu d’amour vous sonne.<br />
A ce premier jour de may,<br />
A ce premier jour de may,<br />
Oyseaulx feront merveillez,<br />
Oyseaulx feront merveillez,<br />

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General Information

Title: Le Chant des Oiseaux
Composer: Clément Janequin

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularChanson

Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Attaignant 1529. See here for a short version.

Description:

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Original text and translations

French.png French text (This is the version used by the Scholars of London in their recording, but does not match any of the editions on CPDL; see below for the version that matches these editions.)

Réveillez vous, coeurs endormis,
Le dieu d'amours vous sonne.
Vous serez tous en joie mis
Car la saison est bonne.
Les oiseaux quand sont ravis
En leur chant font merveilles ;
Ecoutez bien leur devis,
Détoupez vos oreilles.
Et fa ri ro frere li joli
Ti ti pi ti, chouti toui.
Tu, que dis tu ?
Le petit sansonnet de Paris,
Le petit mignon: (q'est là bas ?
Passe villain. Sainte tête Dieu,
II est temps d'aller boire)
Sage, courtois et bien apris.
A sermon, ma maitresse.
Sus madame à Ia messe.
A saint Trotin montrer le tétin,
Le doux musequin.
Teo ticun, frian, frian frian,
Tu tu tu, qui l'ara.
Coqui coqui, oi ti oi ti,
Huyt huyt, ter ter teo,
Queo queo, tar tar, fouquet, quibi,
Veleci, huyt huyt, ter turri.
Cocu coqui, ou est il, le cocu ?
Fuiez, fuiez, maître cocu,
Sortez de nos chapitre,
Vous ne serez point retenu
Car vous n’êtes qu’un traître.
Par trahison en chacun nid,
Pondez sans qu’on vous sonne.
Réveillez vous, etc..

French.png French text (This text matches all of the editions on CPDL -- the one above matches the edition used by the Scholars of London, which is not available on CPDL)

Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis
Le dieu d’amour vous sonne.
A ce premier jour de may,
Oyseaulx feront merveillez,
Pour vous mettre hors d’esmay
Destoupez vos oreilles.
Et farirariron (etc…)
Vous serez tous en ioye mis,
Car la saison est bonne.

Vous orrez, à mon advis,
Une dulce musique
Que fera le roy mauvis
D’une voix autentique.
Ty, ty, pyty. (etc…)
Rire et gaudir c’es mon devis,
Chacun s’i habandonne.

Rossignol du boys ioly,
A qui le voix resonne,
Pour vous mettre hors d’ennuy
Vostre gorge iargonne:
Frian, frian, frian (etc…)
Fuiez, regrez, pleurs et souci,
Car la saison l’ordonne.

Ariere maistre coucou,
Sortez de no chapitre.
Chacun vous donne au bibou,
Car vous n’estes q’un traistre.
Coucou, coucou (etc…)
Par traison en chacun nid,
Pondez sans qu’on vous sonne.
Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis,
Le dieu d’amours vous sonne.


English.png English translation (Placed on the Internet by the Scholars of London, does not match the French for the versions on CPDL -- see below)

Rouse yourselves, sleeping hearts,
The god of love calls you.
You should all be joyful
For spring is come.
The birds, all inspired,
Do wonders with their song;
Listen well to their ditty,
Bend your ears.
And...
...
You, what are you saying?
The little starling of Paris,
The little thing: (who’s there?
Pass, knave. By the holy head of God
It is time to go drinking)
Wise, courteous and well versed.
Go to the sermon, my mistress.
Get thee to Mass, Madam.
To St. Trotin to show your tits
And sweet looks.
...
…Who wants it?
Cuckoo, cuckoo...
...
...
...
Cuckoo, where is the cuckoo?
Away, go away, master Cuckoo,
Get out of our company.
You will never be missed
For you are nothing but a traitor.
Treacherously, in every nest
You lay without being called.
Rouse yourselves, etc..

English.png English translation (This translation matches all of the editions on CPDL -- the one above matches the Scholars of London recording, but not these editions)

Awake, sleepy hearts,
The god of love calls you.
On this first day of May,
The bird will make you marvel.
To lift yourself from dismay,
Unclog your ears.
And fa la la la la (etc…)
You will be moved to joy,
For the season is good.

You will hear, I advise you,
A sweet music
That the royal blackbird will song
In a pure voice.
Ti, ti, pi-ti (etc…)
To laugh and rejoice is my device,
Each with abandon.

Nightingale of the pretty woods,
Whose voices resouds,
So you don’t become board,
Your throat jabbers away:
Frian, frian (etc…)
Flee, regrets, tears and worries,
For the season commands it.

Turn around, master cuckoo
Get out of our company.
Each of us gives you a ‘bye-bye’
For you are nothing but a traitor.
Cuckoo, cuckoo (etc…)
Treacherously in others nests,
You lay without being called.
Awake, sleepy hearts,
The god of love is calling you.