When I was young and marriageable,
my God, how amiable I was! alas,
I made bouquets for lovers,
bouquets of white wallflowers.
I tied them to my bonnet,
in the middle of the dance,
his mother appeared at the window,
she was watching the dance.
Come here, Marguerite
we must go fetch water,
the water isn't too far away,
you'll be back soon.
He embraced her with a kiss,
on the grass he laid her,
alas! farewell! my sweet friend,
what will I tell my parents?
Tell them, Marguerite
that the water has become cloudy.