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- Sleeping on our Own Lyrics Ernestine Faithful to the last Celestine Life can be unfair Hortense Seven years have passed We've seen the last of Martin Guerre Ernestine Mother's none too chuffed Told her not to wait Hortense Desperate for an heir Ernestine They'll find Bertrande another mate (Guillaume sits down next to Bertrande. She leaves immediately. He sits for a moment, then gets up and leaves.) Celestine There's Guillaume the farmhand, guards her like his own Hortense Starting like a hawk Ernestine Crikey, you can talk Celestine Poor Bertrande, she's sleeping on our own.... (they sit down where Bertrande and Guillaume were sitting) Just like us... Hortense And all the better for it.... Ernestine Too true, too true... Celestine Jacques was a devil with his dibber Ernestine Oh, my Georges...he had the hugest...feet Hortense Claude made his own rope! Celestine Jacques always used to snore, just like a wild boar A-snuffling and a-wheezing Ernestine My Georges, I guarantee He'd get up to pee seven times a night! Hortense Claude always stole the sheet Hooked it with his feet Mine in turn were freezing Ernestine They went and popped their clogs Hortense Now we sleep like logs! Celestine I sleep with the dogs! Ernestine & Hortense No! Celestine Yes, but just in winter... Nights, sleeping on our own... Hortense Years, sleeping on our own Ernestine Still, we mustn't moan! All Three No Hortense He'd graze me with his chin Celestine He'd kick me in the shin Ernestine And mine would sweat profusely Celestine Jacques mutter when he dreamed Ernestine Muttered? My man screamed Heard for miles around Hortense Claude, when he got quite bored, bound me with a cord Celestine and Ernestine No Hortense Yes, but only loosely Celestine We're sleeping on our own Hortense One bed and a crone! Ernestine Dogs without a bone! All Three We're sleeping on our own, without a chaperone, who's sleeping up in heaven Celestine Soon we'll be just the same Hortense Some forgotten name Ernestine Carved upon a stone All Three Then, we can live our lives Lost and lonely wives Sleeping on our own
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