Weaving song

the Weaving song , kind and literary form of the the Middle Ages, thus undoubtedly called because the women sang it while working. To narrative half this song exposes us in a small table an adventure or a simple situation of love. It is in worms of eight to ten syllables assonating and is composed of some stanzas of 4,5,6 or 8 towards, provided with a Refrain.
The weaving song is also called song of history.

Emilie Simon wrote a Chanson on this principle, precisely entitled Weaving song , on its first album. Here translation in modern French of one of the most famous weaving songs, anonymity, of the 12th century:

Beautiful Doette (XIIe century)

Beautiful Doette with the window sitting, A book reads which in the middle does not hold it; Of his/her friend Doon ressouvient to him, Who far elsewhere went in tournament. And ore have mourning of it.

A rider, with the degrees of the room, Is gone down, detached its trunk. Belle Doette descended the steps Not thinking ouïr sad news. And ore have mourning of it.

Belle Doette then required of him: Where is Doon which I did not see for a long time? He had such mourning that of pity cried. Beautiful Doette at once pâma. And ore have mourning of it.

Beautiful Doette then drawn up upright The rider sees, towards him moved. In its heart is dolente and in concern For its lord whom she does not see crumb. And ore have mourning of it.

Beautiful Doette to be required was caught: “Where is my lord with whom such an amount of love must? ” - By God then, lady, plus you to conceal: Died is my lord, occis was with the joûter. And ore have mourning of it.

Belle Doette with its mourning was given: " Ah! what a misfortune, honest and noble count! For your love I will dress the haire, And on my body will not have fur-lined coat vairy. And now have mourning of it. For you will become nun in the Saint-Paul church.

For you will make such an abbey: When day is of proclaimed festival, If somebody comes, in inaccurate love, Of this moutier will not find the entry. And ore have mourning of it. For you will become nun in the Saint-Paul church.

Belle Doette founded its moutier Who grinds is tall and will become taller. Those and those will want there to attract, Who for love know sorrow and misfortune. And ore have mourning of it: For you will become nun in the Saint-Paul church.

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