LA REVOLUTION.
Air: On doit soixante mille franc.
Alas! Alas! Far from Paris,
Fly away games and laughter!
This is what saddens me;
But within her breast I see, strewn about
All the attributes of the God Mars
That is what consoles me.
I see the forbidden and unhappy days
Of a valiant warrior;
This is what saddens me;
But La Fayette, to all hearts,
Promises more flattering successes;
This is what consoles me.
Alas! One gruesome moment
Can ravish this brilliant star;
This is what saddens me;
But one hundred thousand valiant soldiers
Would brave death for him;
This is what consoles me.
I see a King, wise and merciful,
Worried by the event;
This is what saddens me;
But each day, by his good deeds,
He charms the heart of Frenchmen;
This is what consoles me.
Henceforth our gallant priests
Will walk without much of a racket
This is what saddens me;
But we will see the good vicars
Who, less rich, will have manners;
This is what consoles me.
I see sadly vegetating
Our grand Lords of Parliament;
This is what saddens me.
But what they lose in grandeur
We will win in happiness;
This is what consoles me.
I see fighting with force,
A party once the strongest;
This is what saddens me;
Yes, but its destructive projects
Will be fatal to its authors
This is what consoles me.
I see a gloomy Carnival
That will pass without a ball;
This is what saddens me.
But our good times with come again
And soon the Frenchman will laugh;
This is what consoles me.
