And schooners at the quay;
And the terrasse of a small hotel
That looks upon the sea!
There gay sounds and sweet sounds
And sounds of peace come through:
The cook sings in the kitchen,
The pink-foot ring-doves coo,
And Julien brings the Pernods
That are bad for me and you.
At St. Blaise, à la Zuecca! Oh, my dear,