The infernal noise of floor-cleansing, assisted by a Norman peasant's "Chanson du pays," the time being well marked by her heavy sabots, gave even less chance to me within; so that after more than half an hour passed in weighing difficulties, and canvassing plans, upon donning the blue and yellow, and setting out for my own room without delay, hoping sincerely, that with proper precaution, I should be able to reach it unseen and unobserved.
"The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete"
Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
Ere the paddles dipped, the men in the canoes with one accord, touched off by some quick-blooded French adventurer, set up a Chanson,-a beating rhythmic song of Love going into Battle,-and every throat took it up.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
It troubled her, and for hours together she sat in silence reasoning it all out, while Mowbray's men dipped the shining blades and here and there the voyageurs and Indians who wore no feathers sang snatches of song, now a Chanson of the trail and rapid, again a wordless monotony of savage notes.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe