There is a tavern way down in Brittany Where weary sol-diers take their liberty The keeper’s daugh-ter whose name is Madelon Pours out the wine while they laugh and “carry on” And while the wine goes to their senses Her sparkling glance goes to their hearts Their admiration so intense is Each one his tale of love imparts She coquettes with them all but favors none at all And here’s the way they banter ev’ry time they call
O Madelon you are the only one O Madelon for you we’ll carry on It’s so long since we have seen a miss Won’t you give us just a kiss But Madelon she takes it all in fun She laugh and says “You’ll see it can’t be done When I’m true to the whole regiment Madelon Madelon Madelon