Madelon (Melody: "Quand Madelon") A pace or two from the camp where soldiers muster, There is an inn that is called "The Poilus' A modest house where the walls with ivy Between the wood and the field—a cozy nest. The girl who waits on us is pleasing, All through our dreams at night, all through She's only Madelon, perhaps but she's CHORUS When Madelon comes tripping to our table, Our Madelon is not a surly beauty, So, when we chuck her chin to lead her on, She just laughs, and feels she's done her duty Madelon-Madelon-Madelon! Well, ev'ry soldier has got at home his dearest, The girl who waits, knowing some day she'll But she's so far, while our Madelon is nearest She chides our rough embrace and says, we We laugh and think of her who's waiting over there.-CHORUS: English Translation by MRS. F. C. FAY, Copyright 1918 |