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Cinq Chansons Folkloriques D'Guadeloupe. Sheet Music. SSA. SSA. Electo Silva.

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Vyf volksliedjies In Guadeloupe. Sheet Music. SSA. SSA. Electo Silva.

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A wonderful set of five folksongs with French lyrics, your choir will find these easy to learn and your audience will find them a pleasure to listen to. SSA A Cappella. Pitit an moin. My Little Child. When my child asks me to give him milk, I give him something good to eat. Sleep, little one. your father is gond. Your lonely mother is in misery. Your lonely mother must hurry now. Dou manman. Dear Mother. Dear mother, do you remember when you hugged me. Every night the good Lord made me fall asleep. Father is leaving with his canoe to fish in the blue sea of Miquelan. The radio has announced a cyclone. Vakans’ rive. Vacation is Starting. This song tells of the children. Ro and Fanot. flying a kite, hiding behind a tree, betting marbles, eating sugarcane juice, looking for firewood, walking on stilts, and cooking mollusks. Papillon vole. Fly, Butterfly. The carnival has come. Everyone hurries to see the masks. The dance will be starting soon with the first sound of music. We will fly like butterflies. Vaval. Carnival. Carnival, do not leave us. Our life is hard. We have come for singing and dancing.

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'N wonderlike reeks van vyf volksliedere met die Franse lirieke, sal jou koor vind hierdie maklik om te leer en jou gehoor sal hulle vind 'n plesier om te luister na. SSA A Cappella. Pitit n Moin. My Little Child. Wanneer my kind my vra om te gee hom melk, ek gee hom iets om te eet. Slaap, kleintjie. jou pa is Gond. Jou eensame moeder is in ellende. Jou eensaam ma moet nou opskud. Dou manman. Liewe Moeder. Liewe moeder, onthou jy toe jy my omhels. Elke nag het die goeie Here het my aan die slaap raak. Vader verlaat met sy kano in die blou see van Miquelan om vis te vang. Die radio het aangekondig dat 'n sikloon. Vakans’ rive. Vakansie begin. Hierdie lied vertel van die kinders. Ro en Fanot. vlieg 'n vlieër, wegkruip agter 'n boom, weddery albasters, eet suikerriet sap, op soek na vuurmaakhout, loop op stelte, en kook molluske. Vlieg vlinder. Vlieg, Butterfly. Die karnaval het gekom. Almal haas die maskers te sien. Die dans sal begin sodra die eerste klank van musiek. Ons sal vlieg soos skoenlappers. Vaval. Carnival. Carnival, ons nie verlaat nie. Ons lewe is hard. Ons het vir sang en dans kom.
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