My handsome gypsy my love

Listen to the bells that ring

We loved each other unbridled

Thinking no one could see us

But we were poorly hidden

All the bells everywhere

Have seen us from steeples

And they’re telling everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien and Henri

Marie Ursule and Catherine

The baker’s wife and her husband

And then my cousin Gertrude

Will smile when I walk by

I won’t know where to put myself

You’ll be far away I’ll cry

I’ll die of it maybe