It rains, it rains, Berger, Press your white sheep; Let's go under my cottage, Bergère, quick, let's go. I hear about the foliage Water falling at high noise; Behold, here is the storm; That's the lightning. Do you hear the thunder? He rolls approaching; Take Shelter, Berger, On my right in Marchant; I see our cabin. And here we come My mother and sister Anne Who will open the barn. Good evening, good evening my mother; My sister Anne, good evening; I'm bringing my babysitter, Next to You for tonight. Go dry, my mother, With our suckers; Sister, make him company, Come in, Little Sheep. Be careful, O my mother! His so nice herd; Give more litter To his little lamb. It's done: Let's go near her. Well, will you? In a corset, she is beautiful! My mother, see her!