Ah! My handsome farm lad, Ah! my handsome farm lad,
Handsome farm lad working on the vines,
Handsome farm lad working on the vines.

Have you seen Marguerite, my love, pass by?
I'll give a hundred écus to him who tells me where she is.

Sir, count them out there, come into our vineyard
Beneath a plum tree the pretty maid is sleeping.

I budged her three times without her stirring
The fourth time her little heart sighed.

What are you sighing for, Marguerite, my love?
I sigh for you, and do not deny it.

The neighbours have seen us and will tell all,
Let people gossip, we'll just laugh.

When they've said all, they won't have more to say.
Handsome farm lad working on the vines,
Handsome farm lad working on the vines.