When I was a young girl I tended the sheep,

Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, Tiroulou.

Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, rouli, roule.

I never dreamt in solitude upon the mountainside.

Tirouli ...

But other young shepherdesses would talk with me.

Tirouli ...

Sometimes a shepherd would play the musette for our delight.

Tirouli ...

He would play pretty love dances for us.

Tirouli ...

Yet now I am old, and still on my own.

Tirouli ...!