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“To fight and to run was our fate : So we marched against Wolfe and his
Our fortune and fame had departed. bull-dogs, And so perish'd Louis the Great, We marched at the sound of the
Old, lonely, and half broken-hearted. drum. His coifin they pelted with mud,
His body they tried to lay hands on ; "I think I can see my poor mammy And so having buried King Louis With me in her hand as she waits, They loyally served his great-grand. And our regiment, slowly retreating,
Pours back through the citadel
gates. “God save the beloved King Louis ! Dear mammy she looks in their faces, (For so he was nicknamed by some,)
And asks if her husband is come? And now came my father to do his - He is lying all cold on the glaris, King's orders and beat on the drum.
And will never more beat on the
druin. My grandsire was dead, but his bones Must have shaken I'm certain for joy,
Come, drink, 'tis no use to be glum, To hear daddy drumming the English boys, From the meadows of famed Fon He died like a soldier in glory; tenoy.
Here's a glass to the health of all drum.
And now I'll commence my own “ So well did he drum in that battle That the enemy show'd us their Once more did we cross the salt ocean,
story. backs ;
We came in the year eighty-one ; Corbleu ! it was pleasant to rattle
And the wrongs of my father the The sticks and to follow old Saxe !
drummer We next had Soubise as a leader,
Were avenged by the drummer his And as luck hath its changes and
fits, At Rossbach, in spite of dad's drumming,
“In Chesapeake Bay we were landed. 'Tis said we were beaten by Fritz.
In vain strove the British to pass : Rochanıbeau our armies commanded,
Our ships they were led by De “And now daddy cross'd the Atlantic, Grasse.
To drum for Montcalm and his men ; Morblen! how I rattled the drumsticks Morbleu! but it makes a man frantic The day we marchi'd into Yorktown;
To think we were beaten again ! Ten thousand of beef-eating British My daddy he cross the wide ocean, Their weapons we caused to lay
My mother brought me on her neck, down.
“ Then homewards returning victo
rious, "In the year fifty-nine came the In peace to our country we came, Britons,
And were thanked for our glorious Full well I remember the day,
actions They knocked at our gates for admit By Louis Sixteenth of the name. tance,
What drummer on earth could be Their vessels weré moor'd in our prouder bay.
Than 1, while I drumm'd at VerSays our general, ‘Drive me yon red
To the lovely court ladies in powder, Away to the sea whence they come!' And lappets, and long satin-tails?
“The Princes that day pass'd before us, | Lambesc and his squadrons stood by :
Our countrymen's glory and hope ; They never stirr'd finger or thumb. Monsieur, who was learned in Horace, The saucy aristocrats trembled D'Artois, who could dance the tight As they heard the republican drum.
rope. One night we kept guard for the Queen “Hurrah ! what a storm was a-brew. At her Majesty's opera-box,
ing : While the King, that majestical mon
The day of our vengeance was come ! arch,
Through scenes of what carnage and Sat filing at home at his locks.
Did I beat on the patriot drum! “Yes, I drumm'd for the fair An- Let's drink to the famed tenth of toinette,
August : And so smiling she look'd and so At midnight I beat the tattoo, tender,
And woke up the Pikemen of Paris That our officers, privates, and drum To follow the bold Barbaroux.
mers, All vow'd they would die to defend her.
“With pikes, and with shonts, and
with torches But she cared not for us honest fel
March'd onwards our dusty bat. lows, Who fought and who bled in her and we girt the tall castle of Louis,
talions, wars, She sneer'd at our gallant Rocham- we storm'd the fair gardens where
A million of tatterdemalions ! beau,
tower'd And turned Lafayette out of doors.
The walls of his heritage splendid. “ Ventrebleu! then I swore a great
Ah, shame on him, craven and cow
That had not the heart to defenıl it ! No more to such tyrants to kneel. And so just to keep up my drumming, One day I drumın'd down the Bas . With the crown of his sires on his tille.
head, Ho, landlord ! a stoup of fresh wine. His nobles and knights hy his side,
Come, comrades, a buinper we'll try, At the foot of his ancestors' palace And drink to the year eighty-nine "Twere easy, methinks, to have died. And the glorious fourth of July ! But no : when we bw'st through his
barriers, "Then bravely our cannon it thun
Mid heaps of the dying and dead, der'd
In vain through the chambers we As onwards our patriots hore.
He had turn'd like a craven and fled. Our enemies were but a hundred,
And we twenty thousand or more. They carried the news to King Louis.
He heard it as calm as you please, “You all know the Place de la ConAnd, like a majestical monarch,
corde ? Kept filing his locks and his keys. "Tis hard by the Tuilerie wall.
Mid terraces, fountains, and statues, “We show'd our republican courage,
There rises an obelisk tall. We storm'd and we broke the great There rises an obelisk tall, gate in,
All garnish'd and gilderi the base is : And we murder'd the insolent governor 'Tis surely the gavest of all
For daring to keep us a-waiting. Our beautiful city's gay places.
"Around it are gardens and flowers, “ I see him as now, for a moment, And the Cities of France on their Away from his jailers he broke : thrones,
And stood at the foot of the scaffold, Each crown'd with his circlet of And linger'd, and fain would have flowers
spoke. Sits watching this biggest of stones ! 'Ho, drummer! quick ! silence yon I love to go sit in the sun there,
Capet,' The flowers and fountains to see, Says Santerre,' with a beat of your And to think of the deeds that were drum.' done there
Lustily then did I tap it, In the glorious year ninety-three. And the son of Saint Louis was
dumb. “'Twas here stood the Altar of Free
And though neither marble nor
gilding Was used in those days to adorn
Our simple repulilican building, "The glorious days of September Corbleu ! but the MERE GUILLOTINE
Saw many aristocrats fall; Cared little for splendor or show, 'Twas then that our pikes drunk the So you gave her an axe and a beam,
blood And a plank and a basket or so. In the beautiful breast of Lamhalle.
Pardi, 'twas a beautiful lady ! “ Awful, and proud, and erect,
I seldom have looked on her like; Here sat our republican goddess. And I drumm'd for a gallant proEach morning her table we deck'd
cession, With dainty aristocrats' bodies.
That marched with her head on a The people each day flocked around
pike. As she sat at her ineat and her wine: 'Twas always the use of our nation To witness the sovereign dine.
“Let's show the pale head to the
Queen, “Young virgins with fair golden she looked from the bars of her prison,
We said - she'll remember it well. tresses, Old silver-hair’dprelates and priests, We set up a shout at her screaming,
And shriek'd as she saw it, and fell. Dukes, marquises, barons, princesses, Were splendidly served at her feasts.
We laugh'd at the fright she had
shown Ventrebleu ! but we pamper'd our
At the sight of the head of her minion ; ogress With the best that our nation could
How she'd tremble to part with her bring, And dainty she grew in her progress, And called for the head of a King ! "We had taken the head of King
Capet, “She called for the blood of our King, We called for the blood of his wife ; And straight from his prison we Undaunted she canie to the scatfold, drew him ;
And hared her fair neck to the knife. And to her with shouting we led him, As she felt the foul fingers that touch'd And took him, and bound him, and her, slew him.
She shrunk, but she deigned not to • The monarchs of Europe against me speak :
Have plotted a godless alliance : She look'd with a royal disdain, I'll fling them the head of King Louis,' And died with a blush on her She said, 'as iny gage of defiance.
“ 'Twas thus that our country was “My forehead has many deep furrows, saved ;
But this is the deepest of all : So told us the safety committee ! A Brunswicker made it at Jena, But psha ! I've the heart of a soldier, Beside the fair river of Saal.
All gentleness, mercy, and pity. This cross, 'twas the Emperor gave it ; I loathed to assist at such deeds, (God bless him !) it covers a blow ; And my drum beat its loudest of I had it at Austerlity fight, tunes
As I beat on my drum in the snow. As we offered to justice offended The blood of the bloody tribunes. “ 'Twas thus that we conquer'd and
fought ; "Away with such foul recollections ! But wherefore continue the story?
No more of the axe and the block ; | There's never a baby in France I saw the last fight of the sections, But has heard of our chief and our As they fell 'neath our guns at Saint glory, Rock.
But has heard of our chief and our Young BONAPARTE led us that day ; fame, When he sought the Italian fron His sorrows and triumphs can tell, tier,
How bravely Napoleon conquer'd, I follow'd my gallant young captain, How bravely and sadly he fell. I follow'd him many a long year.
“It makes my old heart to beat * We came to an army in rags,
higher, Our general was but a boy
To think of the deeds that I saw ; When we first saw the Austrian flags I follow'd bold Ney through the fire,
Flaunt proud in the fields of Savoy. And charged at the side of Murat." In the glorious year ninety-six, And so did old Peter continue
We march'd to the bank's of the Po; His story of twenty brave years ; 1 carried iny drum and my sticks, His audience follow'd with And we laid the proud Austrian ments low.
Rude comments of curses and tears.
“In triumph we enter'd Milan, He told how the Prussians in vain
We seized on the Mantuan keys ; Had died in defence of their land ; The troops of the Emperor ran, His audience laugh'd at the story, And the Pope he fell down on his And vow'd that their captain was knees."
grand ! Pierre's comrades here call'd a fresh He had fought the red English, he bottle,
said, And clubbing together their wealth, In many a battle of Spain ; They drank to the Army of Italy, They cursed the red English, and And General Bonaparte's health.
To meet them and fight them again. The drummer now bared his old breast,
He told them how Russia was lost, And show'd us a plenty of scars, Had winter not driven then back ; Rade presents that Fortune had made and his company cursed the quick him,
frost, In fifty victorious wars.
And doubly they cursed the Cossack. " This came when I follow'd bold He told how the stranger arrived ; Kleber –
They wept at the tale of disgrace : 'Twas shot by a Mameluke gun; And they long'd but for one battle And this from an Austrian sabre,
more, When the field of Marengo was won.
The stain of their shame to efface !
“Our country their hordes overrun, is
“I look'd when the drumming was We fled to the fields of Champagne, o'er, And fought them, though twenty to
I look’d, but our hero was gone ; one,
We were destined to see him once And beat them again and again !
niore, Our warrior was conquer'd at last ; When we fought on the Mount of They bade him his crown to re
St. John. sign ;
The Emperor rode through our files ; To fate and his country he yielded "Twas June, and a fair Sunday morn; The rights of himself and his line. The lines of our warriors for miles
Stretch'd wide through the Waterloo “He came, and among us he stood,
corn. Around him we press'd in a throng : We could not regard him for weeping, “In thousands we stood on the plain, Who had led us and loved us so The red-coats were crowning the long
height; 'I have led you for twenty long years,' \ 'Go scatter yon English,' he said ;
Napoleon said, ere he went ; "We'll sup, lads, at Brussels toWherever was honor I found you,
night. And with you, my sons, am con We answered his voice with a shout; tent!
Our eagles were bright in the sun ;
Our drums and our cannon spoke out, " Though Europe against me was And the thundering battle begun.
arm'ı, Your chiefs and my people are true; “One charge to another succeeds, I still might have struggled with for Like waves that a hurricane bears; tune,
All day do our galloping steeds And baffled all Europe with you. Dash fierce on the enemy's squares.
At noon we began the fell onset : "« « But France would have suffer'd the We charged up the Englishman's while,
hill; 'Tis best that I suffer alone ; And mailly we charged it at sunset I go to my place of exile,
His banners were floating there still. To write of the deeds we have done.
- Go to ! I will tell you no more ; “ 'Be true to the king that they give You know how the battle was lost. you,
Ho ! fetch me a beaker of wine, We may not embrace ere we part; And, comrades, I'll give you a toast. But, General, reach me your hand, I'll give you a curse on all traitors, And press me, I pray, to your heart.' Who plotted our Emperor's ruin;
And a curse on those red-coated Eng. “He called for our battle standard ;
lish, One kiss to the eagle he gave.
Whose bayonets help'd our undoing. • Dear eagle !' he said, 'may this kiss Long sound in the hearts of the “A curse on those British assassins, hrave!'
Who order'd the slaughter of Ney; 'Twas thus that Napoleon left us ; A curse on Sir Hudson, who tortured
Our people were weeping and mute, The life of our hero away. As he pass'd through the lines of his A curse on all Russians - I hate
them And our drums beat the notes of On all Prussian and Austrian fry ; salute.
And oh! but I pray we may meet thein,
And fight them agaiu ere I die."