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France, is a country whose metropolitan territory is located in Western Europe, and which is further made up of a collection of overseas islands and territories located in other continents.

France is bordered by the United Kingdom (with a land border inside the Channel Tunnel), Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Monaco, Andorra, and Spain. In some of its overseas parts, France also shares land borders with Brazil, Suriname, and the Netherlands.

As Europe experienced a wave of roots revivals, France found its regional cultures reviving traditional music. Brittany, Limousin, Gascony, Corsica and Auvergne were among the regions that underwent a popularization of folk music. Traditional styles of music had survived most in remote areas like the island of Corsica and mountainous Auvergne, as well as the more nationalist lands of the Basques and Bretons.

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An Dro Retourné

Avant-Deux à Coutant

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Avant-Deux de Travers

Bal Limousine

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Bannielou Lambaol (Ridée)

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This song is in Breton, the language of Brittany.

Me'm eus bet plijadur e Lambaol awechou
Oc'h ober tro an iliz gant an holl bannielou.

Chorus:
Jopo popo landibi dibi
Jopo popo landibi do
Manturla ridodenig
Jopirei piralla.

Hag o stouin ganto dirak an aoter vras
hag ouzh o sevel kerkent er vann ken
dres all o'hoazh.

Plijadur am beze, pa veze ar pardon
oc'h ober tro ar vered gant an dud a galon.

Eno vêze gwelet pa groge an avel
piw oa ar baotred wellan da zougen ar banniel.

Ha dre ma tremened a bep tu d'ar vali
gant o zeod flour ar merc'hed a roe o ali.

Hag a rae o dibab e-touez ar baotred vrao
a welent en o o'haera^n o tremen dirazo.

I used to have so much fun at Lambaol once,
going around the church with all the banners.

And dip them before the great altar,
then lift them back again straight in the air.

I had so much fun the day of the pilgrimage,
going around the cemetery with men
of good faith.

It was there we saw, when the wind was up,
who were the best to carry the banners.

As we passed on both sides of the Grande Allée
the girls gave judgment in their soft voices.

They made their choice of the proud lads
who passed before them in their finest array.

Baztan Dantza (Basque)

Bourrée en deux temps

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Bourrée en trois temps

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Chapeloise

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Espunyolet

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La Cochinchine

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La Violette

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Les Grandes Poteries

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Le Maître de Maison

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Où reste-donc le maître de la maison?
Il descend la rue,
oublie sa charrue,
bien qu'il serait temps
d'labourer les champs.

Où est donc la maîtresse de la maison?
Elle fait la cuisine
sans oeufs, sans farine,
vend la poule au pot
et gard' le magot.

Où reste donc le fils de cette maison?
C'est un petit ange
qui chasse les mésanges
avec son pipeau.
Il crie comme un crapaud.

Où reste donc la fille de la maison?
Elle est à la messe
et reçoit caresses
d'un ou deux amants
d'tout un régiment.

Où est donc la servante de la maison?
En battant la chatte avec sa baratte,
elle répand la crême partout
et le maître l'aime.

Where is the master of the house?
He goes down the street,
forgets his plow
even though it is time
to work the fields.

Where is the mistress of the house?
She is cooking without eggs,
without flour,
sells the boiled chicken
and keeps the dough.

Where is the son of this house?
He is a little angel
who chases titmice
with his little pipe.
He sounds like a toad.

Where is the daughter of the house?
She is at mass
and is being caressed
by one or two lovers
out of a whole regiment.

Where is the servant of the house?
Beating the cat with her butter churn,
she spills the cream all over
and the master loves her.

Maraîchine

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Pascovia

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Pastourelle

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Sacristain

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French Hurdy Gurdy

Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
~Charles Baudelaire