The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 2 Chapter 7 Page 20

“They are Egyptian, I think.”

“I suspected as much,” said Gringoire, “you are not a native of France?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are your parents alive?”

She began to sing, to an ancient air, —

Mon p�re est oiseau,

Ma m�re est oiselle.

Je passe l’eau sans nacelle,

Je passe l’eau sans bateau,

Ma m�re est oiselle,

Mon p�re est oiseau.

“Good,” said Gringoire. “At what age did you come to France?”