SUZON

O mealman white, give me your daughter, Oh, give her to me, your sweet Suzon! O mealman dear, you can do no better, For I have a chateau at Malmaison.

Black charcoalman, you shall not have her She shall not marry you, my Suzon — A bag of meal, and a sack of carbon! Non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non

Go look at your face, my fanfaron, For my daughter and you would be night and day. Non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, Not for your chateau at Malmaison;

Non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, You shall not marry her, my Suzon.