song we learned in class
À la pêche au moule, moule, moule
Je ne veux plus aller, maman
Les gens du la ville, ville, ville
M'ont pris mon panier, maman
Fishing for mussels, mussles, mussels
I don't want to go anymore, mom
The people of the city, city, city
have taken my fishing basket, mom.
It is sung in a round and sounds very pretty; however mildly depressing.