Il pleut, il pleut bergère

It's raining, it's raining shepherdess,
Hurry up, gather your white sheep,
Let's go to my cottage
Shepherdess, quickly, let's go.
I hear under the foliage
The water falling loudly,
Here, here comes the storm
Here comes the lightning shining.

Do you hear the thunder?
It rolls closer,
Take shelter, shepherdess
Walk to my right.
I see our hut,
And look, here comes
My mother and my sister Anne
Who are going to open the stable.

Good evening, good evening my mother,
Good evening sister Anne,
I bring my shepherdess
Close to us tonight.
Go dry yourself, my dear,
By our embers.
Sister, keep her company,
Come in, little sheep.

Take good care, oh my mother,
Of her lovely flock;
Give more straw
To her little lamb.
It's done, let's go near her
Well, there you are!
How beautiful she is in a corset,
Mother, look at her.

Let's dine! Take this chair,
You'll be close to me;
This larch torch
Will burn in front of you.
Taste this dairy product
But you're not eating!
Do you feel the storm?
Has it tired your steps.

Well then! Here is your bed:
Sleep well until day;
Let me on your lips
Take a kiss of love.
Don't blush, shepherdess,
My mother and I tomorrow
Will go to your father
To ask for your hand.