The French and the Wine Songtext
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The French and the Wine Songtext
When the French were in the country
They camped in Triesen on the Rhein
And from there they came up to the upper
Village and stole the cattle
But in particular they were interested
In the wine they retrieved from the cellars
And poured into wash buckets so full
So full that is splashed out from both sides
When they carried the load back to their camp
In one house an old woman had hidden her belongings
In the cellar and erected a wood pile in front of the door
The soldiers however discovered the secret
Entered the cellar ravished it and drank themselves into delirium
And drank themselves into delirium
The farmer woman came upon them
And begged that they at least would leave
For her a small barrel with old wine
One infantryman knocked the plug out of the barrel
So that the wine gushed onto the floor
And he howled in broken German:
"Yes, good old lady, after all it is war"
And drank themselves into delirium
The farmer woman came upon them
And begged that they at least would leave
For her a small barrel with old wine
So full that is splashed out from both sides
When they carried the load back to their camp
They camped in Triesen on the Rhein
And from there they came up to the upper
Village and stole the cattle
But in particular they were interested
In the wine they retrieved from the cellars
And poured into wash buckets so full
So full that is splashed out from both sides
When they carried the load back to their camp
In one house an old woman had hidden her belongings
In the cellar and erected a wood pile in front of the door
The soldiers however discovered the secret
Entered the cellar ravished it and drank themselves into delirium
And drank themselves into delirium
The farmer woman came upon them
And begged that they at least would leave
For her a small barrel with old wine
One infantryman knocked the plug out of the barrel
So that the wine gushed onto the floor
And he howled in broken German:
"Yes, good old lady, after all it is war"
And drank themselves into delirium
The farmer woman came upon them
And begged that they at least would leave
For her a small barrel with old wine
So full that is splashed out from both sides
When they carried the load back to their camp
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