Le Chant des Oiseaux (Clément Janequin)
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- CPDL #16469:
LilyPond
- Editor: Till Rettig (submitted 2008-03-28). Score information: A4, 19 pages, 198 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes:
Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Wrong notes in b.13,75,114,145,184-5, text in alto b.104, bass b.168-183 See the discussion page for full description.
CPDL #16036:
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-16). Score information: A4, 24 pages, 158 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #04774: Sibelius 2
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2003-04-19). Score information: Letter, 25 pages, 240 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: revised 5/21/03
- CPDL #01390: Finale 2000
- Editor: Claudio Macchi (submitted 2000-09-22). Score information: Letter, 15 pages, 309 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.
General Information
Title: Le Chant des Oiseaux
Composer: Clément Janequin
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Attaignant 1529. See here for a short version.
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Original text and translations
French text
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..
English translation
(Placed on the Internet by the Scholars of London)
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..