La Julie jolie [English translation]

At the evening of Saint-Jean

A farmer who scraped from his annuity

In the field of poor people's poverty

Went to make enquire about a maid.

After a long nodding

For four pairs of clogs per year

With the crust, and the housing,

He roped the Julie in,

The Julie, she was so beautiful...

He employed her with no rest,

From the early morning to the late night,

Leading the livestock pasturing on

In the poor grass of the moor

But one night he was so happy

After drinking some tripples of wine

He felt falling in love

And jumped into the Julie's bed

The Julie, she was so beautiful...

Since that day, turned madly in love

He then paid for idle pleasures

Fineries the goldsmith of the village

Always makes you pay an eye and an arm

Then he sold his heathers and his bromms

He sold his land and his workers

To the only purpose of make money

To give it to the Julie

The Julie, she was so beautiful...

So that he did not have anything left,

He had even sold his farm,

He went down on the road

Like a fella who doesn't pay for his life.

But that day was Saint-Jean

For four pairs of clogs per year

With the crust and the housing

He clocked on to the Julie

The Julie, she was so beautifil....

• Artist:Édith Piaf