The Veille des Noces gayly mocks the impatience of the young maiden for the dawn of her wedding day, which will not allow her to rest quiet in bed, or endure without reply the rebuke of her more contented mother:—
THE NIGHT BEFORE MY WEDDING.
The night before my wedding,
Guess what happened me.
I rose up to the window,
If daybreak I could see—
The dawn of day,
The lovely dawn of day,