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Il etait un roi d'Yvetot	A
Peu connu dans l'histoire	B
Se levant tard se couchant tot	A
Dormant fort bien sans gloire	B
Et couronne par Jeanneton	C
D'un simple bonnet de coton	C
Dit on	C
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah	D
Quel bon petit roi c'etait la	D
La la	D
	-
Il fesait ses quatre repas	E
Dans son palais de chaume	F
Et sur un ane pas a pas	E
Parcourait son royaume	F
Joyeux simple et croyant le bien	C
Pour toute garde il n'avait rien	C
Qu'un chien	C
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah	D
Il n'avait de gout onereux	E
Qu'une soif un peu vive	G
Mais en rendant son peuple heureux	E
Il faut bien qu'un roi vive	G
Lui meme a table et sans suppot	A
Sur chaque muid levait un pot	A
D'impot	A
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah	D
Aux filles de bonnes maisons	E
Comme il avait su plaire	B
Ses sujets avaient cent raisons	E
De le nommer leur pere	B
D'ailleurs il ne levait de ban	C
Que pour tirer quatre fois l'an	C
Au blanc	H
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah	D
Il n'agrandit point ses etats	E
Fut un voisin commode	A
Et modele des potentats	E
Prit le plaisir pour code	A
Ce n'est que loraqu'il expira	B
Que le peuple qui l'enterra	B
Pleura	B
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah	D
On conserve encor le portrait	A
De ce digne et bon prince	E
C'est l'enseigne d'un cabaret	A
Fameux dans la province	E
Les jours de fete bien souvent	A
La foule s'ecrie en buvant	A
Devant	A
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah	D
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The King Of Yvetot	A
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There was a king of Yvetot	A
Of whom renown hath little said	A
Who let all thoughts of glory go	I
And dawdled half his days a bed	A
And every night as night came round	A
By Jenny with a nightcap crowned	A
Slept very sound	A
Sing ho ho ho and he he he	J
That's the kind of king for me	J
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And every day it came to pass	E
That four lusty meals made he	J
And step by step upon an ass	E
Rode abroad his realms to see	J
And wherever he did stir	B
What think you was his escort sir	B
Why an old cur	B
Sing ho ho ho	I
If e'er he went into excess	E
'Twas from a somewhat lively thirst	A
But he who would his subjects bless	E
Odd's fish must wet his whistle first	A
And so from every cask they got	A
Our king did to himself allot	A
At least a pot	A
Sing ho ho	I
To all the ladies of the land	A
A courteous king and kind was he	J
The reason why you'll understand	A
They named him Pater Patriae	B
Each year he called his fighting men	C
And marched a league from home and then	C
Marched back again	C
Sing ho ho	I
Neither by force nor false pretence	E
He sought to make his kingdom great	A
And made O princes learn from hence	E
'Live and let live ' his rule of state	A
'Twas only when he came to die	A
That his people who stood by	A
Were known to cry	A
Sing ho ho	I
The portrait of this best of kings	E
Is extant still upon a sign	C
That on a village tavern swings	E
Famed in the country for good wine	C
The people in their Sunday trim	F
Filling their glasses to the brim	F
Look up to him	F
Singing ha ha ha and he he he	J
That's the sort of king for me	J

William Makepeace Thackeray

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