Translation: And in the years he reigned; through all the country wide, There was no cause for weeping, save when the good man died. - Pierre-Jean de Béranger

Quoique leurs chapeaux sont bien laids,
Goddam! j'aime les anglais.

Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair! For me her constant flame appears;
The garland she hath culled, I wear On brows bald since my thirty years.
Ye veils that deck my loved one rare, Fall, for the crowning triumph's nigh.
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair! And I, so plain a man am I!

Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow.