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  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.