This text comes from Songs of French Canada, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
'Twixt Paris fair and Saint-Denis
The dance was up one day,
And all the ladies of the town
Looked on in brave array.
Sur la feuille ron…don, don, don,
Sur la joli, joli, feuille ronde.
And all the ladies of the rown
Looked on in brave array—
All save the Princess fair, who glanced
Adown the dusty way.
The Princess fair cast wistful looks
Adown the dusty way,
And soon she saw her messenger
Kide from where Nantés lay.
She saw her faithful messenger
His way from Nantés wing;
"Now, messenger, from Nantés town
What tidings do you bring?
"Now, messenger, bold messenger,
What news from Nantés fair?"
"The only news I bring, fair dame,
Your lover bade me bear.
"The only news I bring is this—
Your lover bade me say,
That he has found a sweetheart new,
Choose you a gallant gay.
"'Choose you another gallant gay,
For I've a sweetheart rare.'"
"Now, is she wiser far than I,
Or is her face more fair?
"Now is she wiser far than I,
Or is her face more fair?"
"Although not near so fair as you,
Her wisdom's past compare.
"Her beauty is not like to yours,
But secret lore she knows,
She makes the snow, she makes the hail,
She makes the wind that blows.
"She makes the wind that blows so free,
She makes the snow so fine;
At midnight hour, within her bower,
She makes the sun to shine.
"She makes the sun to shine again
At midnight in her bower,
And on the borders of the sea
Makes rosemary flower."
Sur la feuille ron…don, don, don,
Sur la joli, joli, feuille ronde.