Pierre Jean de Beranger

Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting,
The parting hour is come!
And fast thy soul is fleeting
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Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting,
The parting hour is come!
And fast thy soul is fleeting
To seek its starry home.

Our friends, the enemy.
[Fr., Nos amis, les ennemis.]

Our friends, the enemy.
[Fr., Nos amis, les ennemis.]

In Paris a queer little man you may see,
A little man all in gray;
Rosy and read more

In Paris a queer little man you may see,
A little man all in gray;
Rosy and round as an apple is he,
Content with the present whate'er it may be,
While from care and from cash he is equally free,
And merry both night and day!
"Ma foi! I laugh at the world," says he,
"I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!"
What a gay little man in gray.

Gaily! gaily! close our ranks!
Arm! Advance!
Hope of France!
Gaily! gaily! closed our read more

Gaily! gaily! close our ranks!
Arm! Advance!
Hope of France!
Gaily! gaily! closed our ranks!
Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!