Didier Delahaye presents the works of Georges Brassens

Murder in the first degree

Murder in the first degree

Not only in the big city Are there crimes a-plenty In our village also we can Assassinate a man In our village also we can Assassinate a man.

His hair was grey and almost gone Yet innocence clung on His heart could not resist a fling With a pretty young thing His heart could not resist a fling With a pretty young thing.

But sweet taste of sugar and spice Alas comes with a price For the thrills of a youthful pout His money soon ran out For the thrills of a youthful pout His money soon ran out.

When she asked that he filled her hat Sadly he replied that He was as poor as a church mouse She buttoned up her blouse He was as poor as a church mouse She buttoned up her blouse.

She went to fetch her true lover Who was greedy as her They turned on the old man and did A very evil deed They turned on the old man and did A very evil deed.

Together they set out to grim- -ly assassinate him When he gave his final whisper She gave him the finger When he gave his final whisper She gave him the finger.

They searched every nook and cranny And found not one penny But mortgages against the house But countless I.O.U.’s But mortgages against the house But countless I.O.U.’s.

Overtaken with great remorse She knelt down by his corpse And with her first sincere caress She begged his forgiveness And with her first sincere caress She begged his forgiveness.

When the police came on the scene They found her still crying One honest show of emotion Saved her from damnation One honest show of emotion Saved her from damnation.

The day the gallows sealed her fate She went through heaven’s gate Some bigots have had from this point Their noses out of joint Some bigots have had from this point Their noses out of joint.

Not only in the big city Are there crimes aplenty In our village also we can Assassinate a man In our village also we can Assassinate a man.

© Didier Delahaye, 2002

L’assassinat

C´est pas seulement à Paris Que le crime fleurit Nous, au village, aussi, l´on a De beaux assassinats Nous, au village, aussi, l´on a De beaux assassinats.

Il avait la tête chenue Et le cœur ingénu Il eut un retour de printemps Pour une de vingt ans Il eut un retour de printemps Pour une de vingt ans.

Mais la chair fraîch´, la tendre chair Mon vieux, ça coûte cher Au bout de cinq à six baisers Son or fut épuisé Au bout de cinq à six baisers Son or fut épuisé.

Quand sa menotte elle a tendue Triste, il a répondu Qu´il était pauvre comme Job Elle a remis sa rob´ Qu´il était pauvre comme Job Elle a remis sa rob´.

Elle alla quérir son coquin Qu´avait l´appât du gain Sont revenus chez le grigou Faire un bien mauvais coup Sont revenus chez le grigou Faire un bien mauvais coup.

Et pendant qu´il le lui tenait Elle l´assassinait On dit que, quand il expira La langue ell´ lui montra On dit que, quand il expira La langue ell´ lui montra.

Mirent tout sens dessus dessous Trouvèrent pas un sou Mais des lettres de créanciers Mais des saisies d´huissiers Mais des lettres de créanciers Mais des saisies d´huissiers.

Alors, prise d´un vrai remords Elle eut chagrin du mort Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux, Ell´ dit : ” Pardonne-nous ! ” Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux, Ell´ dit : ” Pardonne-nous ! “.

Quand les gendarm´s sont arrivés En pleurs ils l´ont trouvée C´est une larme au fond des yeux Qui lui valut les cieux C´est une larme au fond des yeux Qui lui valut les cieux.

Et le matin qu´on la pendit Ell´ fut en paradis Certains dévots, depuis ce temps Sont un peu mécontents Certains dévots, depuis ce temps Sont un peu mécontents.

C´est pas seulement à Paris Que le crime fleurit Nous, au village, aussi, l´on a De beaux assassinats Nous, au village, aussi, l´on a De beaux assassinats.

Georges Brassens, 1962 © Éditions Musicales 57

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Original album (25cm LP)

Georges Brassens, n°9
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SIDE 1
Les trompettes de la renommée
Jeanne
Je rejoindrai ma belle
Marquise

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SIDE 2
Les amours d’antan
La marguerite
L’assassinat
Si le Bon Dieu l’avait voulu
La guerre de 14-18
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