I encountered a similar phrase in some lines of poetry, from The King in Yellow, spoken by an apparently ghostly huntress in the marshes of Britanny to a lost American hunter who is about to become her guest for the night,
Chasseur, chasseur, chassez encore,
Quittez Rosette et Jeanneton,
Tonton, tonton, tontaine, tonton,
Ou, pour, rabattre, dès l'aurore,
Que les Amours soient de planton,
Tonton, tontaine, tonton