What drummer on earth could be prouder "The Princes that day pass'd before us, D'Artois, who could dance the tight-rope. One night we kept guard for the Queen At her Majesty's opera-box, While the King, that majestical monarch, Sat filing at home at his locks. "Yes, I drumm'd for the fair Antoinette, And so smiling she look'd and so tender, That our officers, privates, and drummers, All vow'd they would die to defend her. But she cared not for us honest fellows, Who fought and who bled in her wars, She sneer'd at our gallant Rochambeau, And turned Lafayette out of doors. "Ventrebleu! then I swore a great oath, "Then bravely our cannon it thunder'd Our enemies were but a hundred, They carried the news to King Louis. Kept filing his locks and his keys. "We show'd our republican courage, We storm'd and we broke the great gate in, And we murder'd the insolent governor For daring to keep us a-waiting. Lambesc and his squadrons stood by: They never stirr'd finger or thumb. The saucy aristocrats trembled As they heard the republican drum. "Hurrah! what a storm was a-brewing: To follow the bold Barbaroux. "With pikes, and with shouts, and with torches March'd onwards our dusty battalions, And we girt the tall castle of Louis, A million of tatterdemalions! We storm'd the fair gardens where tower'd "With the crown of his sires on his head, At the foot of his ancestors' palace But no: when we burst through his barriers, In vain through the chambers we sought him— "You all know the Place de la Concorde? All garnish'd and gilded the base is: 'T is surely the gayest of all Our beautiful city's gay places. "Around it are gardens and flowers, And the Cities of France on their thrones, Each crown'd with his circlet of flowers Sits watching this biggest of stones! I love to go sit in the sun there, The flowers and fountains to see, And to think of the deeds that were done there In the glorious year ninety-three. "'Twas here stood the Altar of Freedom; And though neither marble nor gilding Was used in those days to adorn Our simple republican building, Corbleu! but the MERE GUILLOTINE Cared little for splendour or show, So you gave her an axe and a beam, And a plank and a basket or so. "Awful, and proud, and erect, Here sat our republican goddess. Each morning her table we deck'd With dainty aristocrats' bodies. The people each day flocked around As she sat at her meat and her wine: 'T was always the use of our nation To witness the sovereign dine. "Young virgins with fair golden tresses, "She called for the blood of our King, And straight from his prison we drew him; And to her with shouting we led him, And took him, and bound him, and slew him. 'The monarchs of Europe against me Have plotted a godless alliance: "I see him as now, for a moment, Away from his gaolers he broke; And stood at the foot of the scaffold, And linger'd, and fain would have spoke. 'Ho, drummer! quick! silence yon Capet,' Says Santerre, 'with a beat of your drum.' Lustily then did I tap it, And the son of Saint Louis was dumb. PART II "THE glorious days of September Saw many aristocrats fall; 'Twas then that our pikes drunk the blood In the beautiful breast of Lamballe. Pardi, 't was a beautiful lady! I seldom have look'd on her like; "Let's show the pale head to the Queen, "We had taken the head of King Capet, We called for the blood of his wife; Undaunted she came to the scaffold, And bared her fair neck to the knife. As she felt the foul fingers that touch'd her, She shrunk, but she deigned not to speak: She look'd with a royal disdain, And died with a blush on her cheek! "'T was thus that our country was saved; |