Je ne l’ose dire — Pierre Certon

La, la, la! Je ne l’ose dire.
La, la, la! Je le vous dirai,
et la, la, la! Je le vous dirai!

Il est un homme en no ville,
qui de sa femme est jaloux.
Il n’est pas jaloux sans cause,
mais il est cocu du tout.

Il n’est pas jaloux sans cause,
mais il est cocu du tout.
Il l’aprête, et s’il la mène
au marché, s’en va a tout.

La, la, la, shouldn't tell,
Shouldn't tell, shouldn't tell it to you
La la la, I'll tell you anyway
Oh la, la, la, I'll tell you anyway

In our town there is a man, who
Of his wife burns with jealousy
He's not jealous without cause,
She cuckolds him incessantly

He's not jealous without cause,
She cuckolds him incessantly
He takes her over to the market
When she's there she makes most free.