‘‘Twas in the year of ‘93 When the French did plant an olive tree A symbol of of great liberty And the patriots danced all around it
And was not I oft telling thee The French could fight right heartily And the Carmagnole would make you free Ah, but you would never mind me
In ‘94 a new campaign The tools of darkness did maintain Gallia's sons did form in train And left their foes surrounded They gave to Flanders liberty— And dealt their shot so far and free That the Dutch and Austrians home did flee And left the Dukes confounded
And was not I oft telling thee The French could fight right heartily And the Carmagnole would make you free Ah, but you would never mind me
On June the first two ships at sea Did drub each other heartily Both sides claimed the victory As they gloried in the slaughter John Bon Saint André was the boy The hero of the French convoy John Bull rang out his bells in joy Which caused the French much laughter
And was not I oft telling thee The French could fight right heartily And the Carmagnole would make you free Ah, but you would never mind me
Behold the great Batavian line Emancipated, with French combine May laurels green around them shine And may their sons long wear them! May every tyrant shake in dread And tremble for his guilty head May fleur-de-loo in dust be laid And men no longer wear it
And was not I oft telling thee The French could fight right heartily And the Carmagnole would make you free But you would never mind me
Our church and state in close embrace Are the burdens of the human race While people tell you to your face That long you will repent it For kings in power and preaching drones Are the cause of all our heavy groans Down from your pulpits, down from your thrones You will tumble unlamented
And was not I oft telling thee The French could fight right heartily And the Carmagnole would make you free Ah, but you would never mind meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
