Milord
Bobby Darin Lyrics


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Allez, venez, Milord
Vous asseoir а ma table
Il fait si froid, dehors
Ici c'est confortable

Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise

Je vous connais, Milord
Vous n'm'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue

Allez, venez, Milord
Vous asseoir а ma table
Il fait si froid, dehors
Ici c'est confortable

Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise

Je vous connais, Milord
Vous n'm'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue





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Overall Meaning

In the song Milord by Bobby Darin, the singer is inviting a stranger, Milord, to come sit at her table and take refuge from the cold outside. She encourages him to get comfortable, to rest his worries on her heart, and even to put his feet up on a chair. The singer acknowledges that she doesn’t know Milord, but describes herself as a mere “fille du port,” or a girl from the docks. Despite Milord’s status and her own lowly position, she implores him to sit with her, possibly to escape the loneliness and isolation that can come with wealth and power.


The singer’s invitation to Milord is not just an offer of physical comfort, but also an emotional one. She seems to be providing him with a respite from the stress and loneliness that often accompany wealth and power. This idea is especially poignant in the context of mid-twentieth century France, where there was a sharp divide between the rich and the poor. By portraying the hardships of being rich, and the empathy that can be found outside of that world, the song serves as a commentary on social inequality.


Line by Line Meaning

Allez, venez, Milord
Come, come to me, Milord


Vous asseoir а ma table
Sit at my table


Il fait si froid, dehors
It's so cold outside


Ici c'est confortable
It's comfortable here


Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Let me take care of you, Milord


Et prenez bien vos aises
Make yourself at home


Vos peines sur mon coeur
Your troubles on my heart


Et vos pieds sur une chaise
And your feet on a chair


Je vous connais, Milord
I know you, Milord


Vous n'm'avez jamais vue
You've never seen me


Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
I'm just a girl from the port


Qu'une ombre de la rue
Just a shadow of the street


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Daniel


on Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home

One heck of a entertainer. A life cut way to soon. RIP Mr. Darin. Remember one thing he was one of the first Emmy winners, in the late 50s. When the emmys started.

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