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You've heard of Julot the apache and Gigolette his mome	A
Montmartre was their hunting ground but Belville was their home	A
A little chap just like a boy with smudgy black mustache	B
Yet there was nothing juvenile in Julot the apache	C
From head to heel as tough as steel as nimble as a cat	D
With every trick of twist and kick a master of savate	D
And Gigolette was tall and fair as stupid as a cow	E
With three combs in the greasy hair she banged upon her brow	E
You'd see her on the Place Pigalle on any afternoon	F
A primitive and strapping wench as brazen as the moon	F
And yet there is a tale that's told of Clichy after dark	G
And two gendarmes who swung their arms with Julot for a mark	G
And oh but they'd have got him too they banged and blazed away	H
When like a flash a woman leapt between them and their prey	H
She took the medicine meant for him she came down with a crash	B
Quick now and make your get away O Julot the apache	C
But no He turned ran swiftly back his arms around her met	D
They nabbed him sobbing like a kid and kissing Gigolette	D
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Now I'm a reckless painter chap who loves a jamboree	H
And one night in Cyrano's bar I got upon a spree	H
And there were trollops all about and crooks of every kind	D
But though the place was reeling round I didn't seem to mind	D
Till down I sank and all was blank when in the bleary dawn	I
I woke up in my studio to find my money gone	I
Three hundred francs I'd scraped and squeezed to pay my quarter's rent	D
Some one has pinched my wad I wailed it never has been spent	D
And as I racked my brains to seek how I could raise some more	H
Before my cruel landlord kicked me cowering from the door	H
A knock Come in I gruffly groaned I did not raise my head	D
Then lo I heard a husky voice a swift and silky tread	D
You got so blind last night mon vieux I collared all your cash	B
Three hundred francs There Nom de Dieu said Julot the apache	H
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And that was how I came to know Julot and Gigolette	D
And we would talk and drink a bock and smoke a cigarette	D
And I would meditate upon the artistry of crime	A
And he would tell of cracking cribs and cops and doing time	A
Or else when he was flush of funds he'd carelessly explain	J
He'd biffed some bloated bourgeois on the border of the Seine	H
So gentle and polite he was just like a man of peace	K
And not a desperado and the terror of the police	K
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Now one day in a bistro that's behind the Place Vend me	H
I came on Julot the apache and Gigolette his mome	H
And as they looked so very grave says I to them says I	L
Come on and have a little glass it's good to rinse the eye	L
You both look mighty serious you've something on the heart	D
Ah yes said Julot the apache we've something to impart	D
When such things come to folks like us it isn't very gay	H
It's Gigolette she tells me that a gosse is on the way	H
Then Gigolette she looked at me with eyes like stones of gall	M
If we were honest folks said she I wouldn't mind at all	M
But then you know the life we lead well anyway I mean	N
That is providing it's a girl to call her Angeline	O
Cheer up said I it's all in life There's gold within the dross	P
Come on we'll drink another verre to Angeline the gosse	Q
And so the weary winter passed and then one April morn	R
The worthy Julot came at last to say the babe was born	R
I'd like to chuck it in the Seine he sourly snarled and yet	D
I guess I'll have to let it live because of Gigolette	D
I only laughed for sure I saw his spite was all a bluff	S
And he was prouder than a prince behind his manner gruff	S
Yet every day he'd blast the brat with curses deep and grim	H
And swear to me that Gigolette no longer thought of him	H
And then one night he dropped the mask his eyes were sick with dread	D
And when I offered him a smoke he groaned and shook his head	D
I'm all upset it's Angeline she's covered with a rash	B
She'll maybe die my little gosse cried Julot the apache	H
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But Angeline I joy to say came through the test all right	D
Though Julot so they tell me watched beside her day and night	D
And when I saw him next says he Come up and dine with me	H
We'll buy a beefsteak on the way a bottle and some brie	H
And so I had a merry night within his humble home	H
And laughed with Angeline the gosse and Gigolette the mome	H
And every time that Julot used a word the least obscene	N
How Gigolette would frown at him and point to Angeline	O
Oh such a little innocent with hair of silken floss	Q
I do not wonder they were proud of Angeline the gosse	Q
And when her arms were round his neck then Julot says to me	H
I must work harder now mon vieux since I've to work for three	H
He worked so very hard indeed the police dropped in one day	D
And for a year behind the bars they put him safe away	D
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So dark and silent now their home they'd gone I wondered where	H
Till in a laundry near I saw a child with shining hair	H
And o'er the tub a strapping wench her arms in soapy foam	H
Lo it was Angeline the gosse and Gigolette the mome	H
And so I kept an eye on them and saw that all went right	D
Until at last came Julot home half crazy with delight	D
And when he'd kissed them both says he I've had my fill this time	H
I'm on the honest now I am I'm all fed up with crime	H
You mark my words the page I turn is going to be clean	N
I swear it on the head of her my little Angeline	O
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And so to finish up my tale this morning as I strolled	D
Along the boulevard I heard a voice I knew of old	D
I saw a rosy little man with walrus like mustache	B
I stopped I stared By all the gods 'twas Julot the apache	H
I'm in the garden way he said and doing mighty well	T
I've half an acre under glass and heaps of truck to sell	T
Come out and see Oh come my friend on Sunday wet or shine	O
Say it's the First Communion of that little girl of mine	O

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