With the moonlight

With the moonlight is a popular song, French and anonymity of the 18th century.

Words

With the moonlight, my friend Pierrot

Lends to me your feather, to write a mot.

My candle died, I do not have more fire.

Opens to me your door, for the love of god.

With the moonlight, Pierrot answered

I do not have a feather, I am in my bed.

Goes to the neighbor, I believe that it is

Because in its kitchen there, one beats the lighter.

With the moonlight, pleasant Lubin

Striking at the brown one, it answers suddenly

“Which strikes kind? ”, he says in his turn

“Open your door for God of Love”

With the moonlight, one sees there that a little

One sought the feather, one sought fire

While seeking of the kind I do not know that

was found But I know that the door on them was closed.

Alternatives

It seems that in its original version this song said “Lends to me your lume rather” than “feather”. Lume comes from the word light and it is that which one needs to write when the candle died. One thus needs fire to relight the candle and to have thus light (lume). What leads until at the neighbor who beats lighter, i.e. which lights its fire, and which will be able to finally relight the candle. The song loses its direction with " plume".

There exists much of different versions, some inserting even pieces of original melody or changing whole or part of the words (thus the versions of Charles Trenet or Colette Renard; the latter being disadvised with the children).

An alternative

(the first towards third stanza can change)

With the moonlight, my friend Pierrot

Lends to me your feather, to write a mot.

My candle died, I do not have more fire.

Opens to me your door, for the love of god.

With the moonlight, Pierrot answered

I do not have a feather, I am in my bed.

Goes to the neighbor, I believe that it is

Because in its kitchen there, one beats the lighter.

With the moonlight/its bed of feather

Pierrot rendort

It is dreamed with the moon

Its heart beats

well extremely

Because always so good

For the child who sleeps/For the very white child

the moon gives him

Its money crescent

Another alternative

With the moonlight, my friend Pierrot

Lends to me your feather, to write a mot.

My candle died, I do not have more fire.

Opens to me your door, for the love of god.

With the moonlight, Pierrot answered

I do not have a feather, I am in my bed.

Goes to the neighbor, I believe that it is

Because in its kitchen there, one beats the lighter.

With the moonlight, was Arlequin

Tenter fortune with the close home

Which knocks on the door? she says in her turn

Ouvrez your door for the god of love

Childish version

A counting rhyme on the air of the moonlight starts as follows:

With the moonlight

Three small rabbits,

Which ate plums,

At the bottom of the garden,

the pipe with the mouth,

glass with the hand,

While saying: “Mesdames!

Serve to us as the wine! ”

Melody

The melody can be described thus according to the Code Parsons: *RRUUDDUDR.

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