Nil Se N'a La - Mervent

and I asked the barwoman for credit

She said to me «You won’t get a drop

Hit the road and go home.»

It’s not yet day, it’s not my love,

it’s not yet day and it won’t be 'till morning,

it’s not yet day and it won’t be yet,

A high light is in the moon.

I put my hand in my pocket

and I asked for the change of a shilling.

She said to me, «Sit down at the table

And drink here until the morning.»

«Rise up, man of the house,

put on your trousers and your hat,

'till you keep music with the good person

who’ll be drinking here until morning.»

Amn’t I the senseless man

Who left my rent in my throat

I brought anguish on myself

and left others prosperous.