Je me suis levé matin dans Mai,Mais, bien de bon matin,C’était pour passer,Mais, un beau jour dans ma vie.Oh j’ai trouvé mon père en train de pleurer,Ma mère qui pleurait dans ses bras,C’est adieu pour longtemps,Je me donnes à un jeune garçon.Oh moi je l’aimais beaucoup,Beaucoup plus que ma vie,Il m’avait fait une promesse,Et cette promesse c’est d’être sa femmeOh j’ons ferait des enfants,Il m’a quitté d’un abandon,Moi bien malade dans mon lit,Et mes enfants là crèvent de faimEt mon mari à la table après gambler,Et moi je ne souhaît que la mort,C’est tous ces jeunes bébés, grand Dieu,Dans les jambes de moiOh mettez-vous tous vous autres à méfierDe tous ces jeunes garçons,Ça, ça conte autant de menteries,Qu’en a d’étoiles dans le ciel.Oh depuis dans l’âge de quatorze ansJ’après misèré avec toi,Et dès de jour en jour,Mais moi je m’en vas dans l’abandon.Oh moi je connais je m’en vas dans ces grands chemins,Misereux moi toute seule,Et dès je suis une délaissée,Mais que personne en veut de moi.
The detail of the husband spending his time in a tavern rather than with his wife and family recalls the story of the female suicide in Buell Kazee's 'The Butcher's Boy.' The warning to other young girls to avoid the same fate also recalls 'The House of the Rising Sun,' famously recorded by Dave Van Ronk, Bob Dylan, and the Animals.[2]
I got up early in the morning in MayWell, very early in the morning,It was to pass the time,Well, a beautiful day in my life.Oh, I found my father crying,My mother crying in his arms,It's goodbye for a long time,I gave myself to a young boy.Oh, I loved him very much,Much more than my life,He made me a promise,And that promise was to be his wife.Oh, I had children,He left me with abandonment,I was very sick in my bed,And my children there are dying of hunger.And my husband at the table, gambling,And I wish only death,It's all these young babies, good God,At my feet.Oh, all of you, start being wary,Of all these young boys,That tells as many lies,As there are stars in the sky.Oh, since I was fourteen,I've been miserable with you,And, from day to day,But, I'm leaving, abandoned.Oh, I know, I'm going away on these highways,A mistress all alone,And now I'm abandoned,Well, no one wants me.
Hébert’s lone solo recording expresses a profound sadness, even before one attempts to translate its lyrics. Among the eighty-four songs on the Anthology, “I Woke Up One Morning” has one of the hardest codes to crack, but when it hits you, it becomes a clear favorite.[4]
- https://oldweirdamerica.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/60-i-woke-up-one-morning-in-may-by-didier-hebert/
- https://theanthologyofamericanfolkmusic.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-woke-up-one-morning-in-may-didier.html
- https://folkways-media.si.edu/docs/folkways/artwork/SFW40090.pdf
- http://strangecurrenciesmusic.com/harry-smiths-america-part-3-songs/
ANTHOLOGY OF AMERICAN FOLK MUSIC – VOLUME THREE (Folkways, 1966)
Cajun Country 2: More Hits From The Swamp (JSP, 2005)








