Didier Delahaye presents the works of Georges Brassens

Four Sophomores


From the album Supplication to be buried on the shores of a faraway isle

Four Sophomores

We were four hungry sophomores Foursome troublesome Paragons of collegial mores Collegial mores.

To shower our girls with flowers Foursome troublesome We turned into would-be robbers Would-bee robbers.

The virtuously prone to fink Foursome troublesome Promptly sent us into the clink Into the clink.

And four sorry sophomores went Foursome troublesome With their hands tied and their head bent With their head bent.

Summoned were to the local jail Foursome troublesome Their parents for matters of bail Matters of bail.

The first parent, second and third Foursome troublesome Red with rage bellowed and thundered They all thundered.

As one voice they all admonished Foursome troublesome Said their honour had been tarnished Had been tarnished.

As one voice they said “I’ve had it Foursome troublesome I want no son who’s a bandit” Who’s a bandit.

The fourth of the concerned fathers Foursome troublesome Towered above all the others All the others.

When he came to pick up his thief Foursome troublesome All knew his son had come to grief Had come to grief.

But he did not roar nor bullied Foursome troublesome Nor said his name had been sullied Had been sullied.

In the silence of the prison Foursome troublesome He spoke with the voice of reason Voice of reason.

For his son he said he would vouch Foursome troublesome And gave him his tobacco pouch Tobacco pouch.

I cannot say if he was right Foursome troublesome To so lightly dismiss his plight Dismiss his plight.

But I know that one wayward kid Foursome troublesome Was lucky that his father did His father did.

Is lucky to have as a dad Foursome troublesome A man who’ll always be a lad Always a lad.

If the ones who’d have seen us jailed Foursome troublesome Believe that this father has failed Father has failed.

It just goes to show that for them Foursome troublesome The gospel is wasted anthem Wasted anthem.

It just goes to show that for them Foursome troublesome The gospel is wasted anthem Wasted anthem.

© Didier Delahaye, 2003

Les quatre bacheliers

Nous étions quatre bacheliers Sans vergogne La vraie crème des écoliers Des écoliers.

Pour offrir aux filles des fleurs Sans vergogne Nous nous fîmes un peu voleurs Un peu voleurs.

Les sycophantes du pays Sans vergogne Aux gendarmes nous ont trahis Nous ont trahis.

Et l´on vit quatre bacheliers Sans vergogne Qu´on emmène, les mains liées Les mains liées.

On fit venir à la prison Sans vergogne Les parents des mauvais garçons Mauvais garçons.

Les trois premiers pères, les trois Sans vergogne En perdirent tout leur sang-froid Tout leur sang-froid.

Comme un seul ils ont déclaré Sans vergogne Qu´on les avait déshonorée Déshonorés.

Comme un seul ont dit ” C´est fini Sans vergogne Fils indigne, je te renie Je te renie. “

Le quatrième des parents Sans vergogne C´était le plus gros, le plus grand Le plus grand.

Quand il vint chercher son voleur Sans vergogne On s´attendait à un malheur A un malheur.

Mais il n´a pas déclaré, non Sans vergogne Que l´on avait sali son nom Sali son nom.

Dans le silence on l´entendit Sans vergogne Qui lui disait : ” Bonjour, petit Bonjour petit. “

On le vit, on le croirait pas Sans vergogne Lui tendre sa blague à tabac Blague à tabac.

Je ne sais pas s´il eut raison Sans vergogne D´agir d´une telle façon Telle façon.

Mais je sais qu´un enfant perdu Sans vergogne A de la corde de pendu De pendu,

A de la chance quand il a Sans vergogne Un père de ce tonneau-là Ce tonneau-là.

Et si les chrétiens du pays Sans vergogne Jugent que cet homme a failli Homme a failli.

Ça laisse à penser que, pour eux Sans vergogne L´Évangile, c´est de l´hébreu C´est de l´hébreu.

Ça laisse à penser que, pour eux Sans vergogne L´Évangile, c´est de l´hébreu C´est de l´hébreu.

Georges Brassens, 1966 © Éditions Musicales 57

Original album (30cm LP)

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SIDE 1
Supplique pour être enterré à la plage de Sète
Le fantôme
La fessée
Le pluriel
Les quatre bacheliers
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SIDE 2
Le bulletin de santé
La non-demande en mariage
Le grand chêne
Concurrence déloyale
L’épave
Le moyenâgeux

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