Another song from the Wine part of our concert “Raise Your Glasses: Drinking Songs From Around the World” at South Yarra Senior Centre in Fawkner Park.
I learned this French drinking song at school from my French teacher, many years ago.
I first uploaded this song to YouTube in 2007, when I sang it first in French, followed by my English translation. But these days I give the English translation in each verse of the song. As you can see from the lyrics below, the translation tends to change with different performances!
Tony and Bob had the simple task of helping the audience with their bits of the chorus, one side doing “Oui, oui, oui” and the other “Non, non, non” – but they still managed to muck it up!
Lyrics and chords:
… E
Chevaliers de la table ronde
…………… B7 ………………… E
Goutons voir si le vin est bon.
Chevaliers de la table ronde
…………… B7 ………………… E
Goutons voir si le vin est bon.
…………… A
Goutons voir, oui, oui oui.
…………… E
Goutons voir, non, non, non.
…………… B7 ………………… E
Goutons voir si le vin est bon.
…………… A
Goutons voir, oui, oui oui.
…………… E
Goutons voir, non, non, non.
…………… B7 ………………… E
Goutons voir si le vin est bon.
S’il est bon, s’il est agreable
J’en boirai jusqu’a mon plaisir.
J’en boirai cinq a six bouteilles,
Une femme sur les genoux.
Pan! Pan! Pan! Qui frappe a la porte?
Je crois bien que c’est le mari.
Si c’est lui que le diable l’emporte
De venir troubler mon plaisir.
Si je meurt je veux qu’on m’enterre
Dans la cave ou y a du bon vin.
Les deux pieds contre la mureille
Et la tete sous le robinet.
Sur ma tombe je veux qu’on m’inscrive
“Ici git le roi des buveur.”
La morale de cette histoire,
C’est de boire avant de mourir.
[Come ye knights of the round table,
Let us taste if the wine is good.
If it’s good, if it’s to my liking,
I will drink ’til I’ve had enough.
I will drink six or seven bottles
With a woman upon my knee.
Knock, knock, knock! Who is at the door now?
It’s her husband coming home.
If it’s him, may the devil take him
For turning up to spoil my fun.
If I die, I wish to be buried
In the cellar where they keep the wine.
Both my feet up against the wall
And my head underneath the tap.
On my grave I want this inscription:
The King of Drinkers is buried here.
If this story has any moral
It’s to drink up before we die.]
A playlist of my drinking songs is here:
You can see a playlist of my European and South American songs here:
I am now posting lyrics to the information panels on all my videos. Any that are too long to post in full will be found on my website: