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Part I	A
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At Paris hard by the Maine barriers	B
Whoever will choose to repair	C
Midst a dozen of wooden legged warriors	B
May haply fall in with old Pierre	C
On the sunshiny bench of a tavern	D
He sits and he prates of old wars	E
And moistens his pipe of tobacco	F
With a drink that is named after Mars	G
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The beer makes his tongue run the quicker	H
And as long as his tap never fails	I
Thus over his favorite liquor	H
Old Peter will tell his old tales	I
Says he 'In my life's ninety summers	B
Strange changes and chances I've seen	J
So here's to all gentlemen drummers	B
That ever have thump'd on a skin	K
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'Brought up in the art military	L
For four generations we are	M
My ancestors drumm'd for King Harry	L
The Huguenot lad of Navarre	M
And as each man in life has his station	N
According as Fortune may fix	O
While Conde was waving the baton	P
My grandsire was trolling the sticks	O
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'Ah those were the days for commanders	B
What glories my grandfather won	N
Ere bigots and lackeys and panders	B
The fortunes of France had undone	N
In Germany Flanders and Holland	Q
What foeman resisted us then	R
No my grandsire was ever victorious	B
My grandsire and Monsieur Turenne	K
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'He died and our noble battalions	B
The jade fickle Fortune forsook	S
And at Blenheim in spite of our valiance	B
The victory lay with Malbrook	S
The news it was brought to King Louis	B
Corbleu how his Majesty swore	T
When he heard they had taken my grandsire	T
And twelve thousand gentlemen more	T
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'At Namur Ramillies and Malplaquet	Q
Were we posted on plain or in trench	U
Malbrook only need to attack it	Q
And away from him scamper'd we French	U
Cheer up 'tis no use to be glum boys	B
'Tis written since fighting begun	N
That sometimes we fight and we conquer	T
And sometimes we fight and we run	N
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'To fight and to run was our fate	Q
Our fortune and fame had departed	Q
And so perish'd Louis the Great	Q
Old lonely and half broken hearted	Q
His coffin they pelted with mud	Q
His body they tried to lay hands on	P
And so having buried King Louis	B
They loyally served his great grandson	N
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'God save the beloved King Louis	B
For so he was nicknamed by some	V
And now came my father to do his	B
King's orders and beat on the drum	V
My grandsire was dead but his bones	B
Must have shaken I'm certain for joy	W
To hear daddy drumming the English	X
From the meadows of famed Fontenoy	N
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'So well did he drum in that battle	Y
That the enemy show'd us their backs	B
Corbleu it was pleasant to rattle	Y
The sticks and to follow old Saxe	B
We next had Soubise as a leader	T
And as luck hath its changes and fits	B
At Rossbach in spite of dad's drumming	S
'Tis said we were beaten by Fritz	B
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'And now daddy cross'd the Atlantic	S
To drum for Montcalm and his men	N
Morbleu but it makes a man frantic	S
To think we were beaten again	N
My daddy he cross'd the wide ocean	N
My mother brought me on her neck	S
And we came in the year fifty seven	N
To guard the good town of Quebec	S
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'In the year fifty nine came the Britons	B
Full well I remember the day	Q
They knocked at our gates for admittance	B
Their vessels were moor'd in our bay	Q
Says our general 'Drive me yon redcoats	B
Away to the sea whence they come '	-
So we marched against Wolfe and his bull dogs	B
We marched at the sound of the drum	V
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'I think I can see my poor mammy	V
With me in her hand as she waits	B
And our regiment slowly retreating	S
Pours back through the citadel gates	B
Dear mammy she looks in their faces	B
And asks if her husband is come	V
He is lying all cold on the glacis	B
And will never more beat on the drum	V
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'Come drink 'tis no use to be glum boys	B
He died like a soldier in glory	T
Here's a glass to the health of all drum boys	B
And now I'll commence my own story	T
Once more did we cross the salt ocean	N
We came in the year eighty one	N
And the wrongs of my father the drummer	T
Were avenged by the drummer his son	N
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'In Chesapeake Bay we were landed	Q
In vain strove the British to pass	B
Rochambeau our armies commanded	Q
Our ships they were led by De Grasse	B
Morbleu How I rattled the drumsticks	B
The day we march'd into Yorktown	N
Ten thousand of beef eating British	X
Their weapons we caused to lay down	N
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'Then homewards returning victorious	B
In peace to our country we came	V
And were thanked for our glorious actions	B
By Louis Sixteenth of the name	V
What drummer on earth could be prouder	T
Than I while I drumm'd at Versailles	B
To the lovely court ladies in powder	T
And lappets and long satin tails	B
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'The Princes that day pass'd before us	B
Our countrymen's glory and hope	Z
Monsieur who was learned in Horace	B
D'Artois who could dance the tightrope	Z
One night we kept guard for the Queen	N
At her Majesty's opera box	B
While the King that majestical monarch	A2
Sat filing at home at his locks	B
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'Yes I drumm'd for the fair Antoinette	Q
And so smiling she look'd and so tender	T
That our officers privates and drummers	B
All vow'd they would die to defend her	T
But she cared not for us honest fellows	B
Who fought and who bled in her wars	B
She sneer'd at our gallant Rochambeau	V
And turned Lafayette out of doors	B
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'Ventrebleu then I swore a great oath	B2
No more to such tyrants to kneel	C2
And so just to keep up my drumming	S
One day I drumm'd down the Bastille	D2
Ho landlord a stoup of fresh wine	N
Come comrades a bumper we'll try	B
And drink to the year eighty nine	N
And the glorious fourth of July	B
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'Then bravely our cannon it thunder'd	Q
As onwards our patriots bore	T
Our enemies were but a hundred	Q
And we twenty thousand or more	T
They carried the news to King Louis	B
He heard it as calm as you please	B
And like a majestical monarch	A2
Kept filing his locks and his keys	B
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'We show'd our republican courage	E2
We storm'd and we broke the great gate in	N
And we murder'd the insolent governor	T
For daring to keep us a waiting	S
Lambesc and his squadrons stood by	B
They never stirr'd finger or thumb	V
The saucy aristocrats trembled	Q
As they heard the republican drum	V
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'Hurrah what a storm was a brewing	S
The day of our vengeance was come	V
Through scenes of what carnage and ruin	N
Did I beat on the patriot drum	V
Let's drink to the famed tenth of August	Q
At midnight I beat the tattoo	Q
And woke up the Pikemen of Paris	B
To follow the bold Barbaroux	B
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'With pikes and with shouts and with torches	B
March'd onwards our dusty battalions	B
And we girt the tall castle of Louis	B
A million of tatterdemalions	B
We storm'd the fair gardens where tower'd	Q
The walls of his heritage splendid	Q
Ah shame on him craven and coward	Q
That had not the heart to defend it	Q
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'With the crown of his sires on his head	Q
His nobles and knights by his side	Q
At the foot of his ancestors' palace	B
'Twere easy methinks to have died	Q
But no when we burst through his barriers	B
Mid heaps of the dying and dead	Q
In vain through the chambers we sought him	V
He had turn'd like a craven and fled	Q
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'You all know the Place de la Concorde	Q
'Tis hard by the Tuilerie wall	F2
Mid terraces fountains and statues	B
There rises an obelisk tall	F2
There rises an obelisk tall	F2
All garnish'd and gilded the base is	B
'Tis surely the gayest of all	F2
Our beautiful city's gay places	B
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'Around it are gardens and flowers	B
And the Cities of France on their thrones	B
Each crown'd with his circlet of flowers	B
Sits watching this biggest of stones	B
I love to go sit in the sun there	T
The flowers and fountains to see	B
And to think of the deeds that were done there	T
In the glorious year ninety three	B
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''Twas here stood the Altar of Freedom	V
And though neither marble nor gilding	S
Was used in those days to adorn	N
Our simple republican building	S
Corbleu but the MERE GUILLOTINE	N
Cared little for splendor or show	F
So you gave her an axe and a beam	V
And a plank and a basket or so	F
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'Awful and proud and erect	Q
Here sat our republican goddess	B
Each morning her table we deck'd	Q
With dainty aristocrats' bodies	B
The people each day flocked around	Q
As she sat at her meat and her wine	N
'Twas always the use of our nation	N
To witness the sovereign dine	N
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'Young virgins with fair golden tresses	B
Old silver hair'd prelates and priests	B
Dukes marquises barons princess	B