Suzon
| O mealman white, give me your daughter, Oh, give her to me, your sweet Suzon! O mealman dear, you can do no better, For I have a chateau at Malmaison. | |
| Black charcoalman, you shall not have her She shall not marry you, my Suzon— A bag of meal, and a sack of carbon! Non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non | |
| Go look at your face, my fanfaron, For my daughter and you would be night and day. Non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, Not for your chateau at Malmaison; Non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, You shall not marry her, my Suzon. |