.Malgré la bise qui mord,
La pauvre vieille de somme
Va ramasser du bois mort
Pour chauffer Bonhomme,
Bonhomme qui va mourir>De mort naturelle.
Mélancolique, elle va
A travers la forêt blême
Où jadis elle rêva
De celui qu'elle aime,
Qu'elle aime et qui va mourir.
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