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J OH N OXEN F ORD , E S Q .

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H . IN GRAM Co .,M ILF ORD HOUSE! STRAN D .

1 8 5 5 .

EDITOR’

S PREFACE.

WHERE th ere is so abu ndan t a song-literatu re as th at of

Fran ce, a sm all v olum e lik e this c ann ot be free from'

sin s of

om ission . Perhaps ev ery r eader m ay h ave in h is m in d som e

song that h e will think ou gh t to h ave h ad a plac e here,an d

that h e will be su rpr ised to fin d h as been passed ov er . To all

objec tion s m ade o n th e score of om ission I c an on ly an swe r

by rem ark in g, that wh er e from a huge m ass a very lim ited

qu an tity is to be extr ac ted, th e ,work of selection m u st always

bear an arbitrary appearan c e . However, I believe I am n ot

going too far When I say tha t, in spite of th e n arrow c om pass

of th e c ollec tion , n o c lass or style of song (fit for th e gen eral

reader) h a s been left un represen ted .

As th e book is in ten ded for reading , th e rhythm of th e songs

h as n ot been in all c ases so r igidly observed as it wou ld have

iv En r r o n’

s PREFACE .

been if th e tran slation s h ad been written to m u sic . W ith

few exception s, however, th e tran slation s are in th e sam e m etre

as th e origin al .

To r esearch I do n ot pretend . Th e bu lky coll ec tion of

MM . D um ersan an d N oel Ségur , together with th e songs of

B eran ger, con tain ed n early all that was n ec essary for m y

purpose, and it is on ly for two or thr ee son gs of early date

that I have gon e to any other sou rce . To MM . Dum ersan

an d Segu r I am also indebted for th e m atter of th e

I n trodu c tion .

In som e c ases I have given th e o riginal Fren ch of th e

son gs. Th is is e ither where they have som e pecu liarity abou t

them which c an be scarcely represen ted in a tran slation,or

where, throu gh c ircum stan c es, they have acqu ired the ran k

o f historical “ fa cts. F o r th e latter reason,n early all th e

Revolu tion ary songs, a n d lik ewise those an onym ou s songs

that have alm ost bec om e n ation al property, are given in

Fren ch .

I wou ld c on c lude by expressing a hope, tha t this little

u npreten ding volum e will be on ly judged a c c ording to th e

fidelity with which th e spirit of th e origin als h as been

EDI TOR’

S PREFACE .

reprodu ced in m y own lan gu age . I have en deavoured to g ive

a type o f every class of song , an d I wou ld n ot h ave i t for a

m om en t im agin ed, that where I have selec ted, I h ave always

adm ired .

CONTENTS .

A Foreign Foe we Fr en chm en hate . Ousim ir cbGerma inD ela

Alfr ed’s Tom b A n on ym ous

An Av owal B a r a lle

Apol ogy for Cider Oli v i er B a sselin

Ki ng F r a n cis I .

An onym ou s

Ca I r a An onym ous

Ch a r les V II . B e’

7 ti nge?

Ch arm in g Gabr ielle A ttr i bu ted toKi n J H en r r

Cupid, Sen tin el Th e Ch eva li er d e Cu bie

Elv ir a’s Ca stle wan

Em m a’s Tom b

Fa r ewell

F elix Sum m erday

God Pr otect You t G. Lem oin e

Her N am e G. Lem oin e

I’ll be wise

I’l l n ot show ov er -h aste

Im port an t Tru th sI m u st Forget

An onym ous

Th e D u k e d e N iuer n ois

A r m a n d Ch a r lem agn e

N a u d et

iv* CON TEN T S .

J acqu es

J ea lou sy

J en ny th e Sem pstress

King Dagober t

La Ca rm agn ole

Leon or eLa Pa r isien n eLe Vengeu rLifeLin es to m y God -daugh ter ,

m on ths

Madn essMar ie’s Dr eamMa r lbr ookMary Stu art

’

s Far ewel lMy CoatMy Fa ther

’

s Cot

My N orm an dyMy Little Corn erMy Lov e i s DeadMy Phil osoph yMy Vin eMy Voca tion

Oh,if m y Lady n ow wer e by

Oh Mam m a

Pictu r e of Par is, a t Fiv e in th e Morn in gPictu r e of Par is, a t F iv e in th e Aftern oonPoor J acqu esPr aise ofWa ter

Rem in i scen ces

B e’

r a nger

P . J . Ch a rr in

Em i le B a r a lea u

An on ym ou s

A n onym ous

Ca sim i r D ela i ' ig n e

Ra ca n

B er a ng er

Th e Ch ev a l ier d e B oufiler s

B er a ng er

D esa ug icr s

D c’

sa ug i cr s

M a r ch ion css clc Tr a r a n et

A r m a n d Goujfé

Chatea u bri a nd

A bel P or et d c Mor r a n

G. Lem o z’

n e

An on ym ou sB er a ng er

B er a ng er

An on ym ousF r ed er i c B ér a t

B ei 'a ug er

T . Ga u tier .

CON TEN TS .

Th e Av ar ic iou s Sh epherdessTh e Awa k en ing of th e People

Th e B a ch elor’s Lodgin g

Th e B a ll

Th e B egga r s

Th e B la ck sm ithTh e Can a l St . Ma r tin

Th e Ca stle

Th e Cobbler ’s DaughterTh e Cor onation of Cha r les th e Sim ple

Th e Depa rtu r e for Sy r ia

Th e Epicu r ean

Th e Fa ll of th e LeafTh e Field of B a ttleTh e Ga llan t Tr oubadou r

Th e Gi ron d in sTh e Goddess

Th e Good Silen u sTh e Happy End

Th e Hu n chba ck sTh e In fidel ities of Lisette! Th e King ofYv etotTh e Laws of th e TableTh e Little Ga rga n tu aTh e Lov e of An n ette for LubinTh e Marqu i s de Ca r aba s

Th e Ma r seil la iseTh e Mother a t th e Cr ad leTh e N ew Epim en idesTh e N ew Yea r

’s Day

Th e Old Corpor alTh e Oxen

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M a rqu is d e Ra ca n 3 1

J . A . P er ch elet 2 1 0

D uf r esnyJ . M . Sour igu e

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r es

J osep h P a i n

Lou is Pestea u

B e’

ria nger

G . Lem o i n e

D up eu ty a n al C’orm on

An onym ou s

Ta con et

B e’

r a ng er

La bord e

S a ur in

Em i le B a r a tea u

Em i le D ebr ea ux

A n on ym ous

D um as

B e’

r a ng er

T . D a up h in

La ujon

An onym ou s

B ér a ng er

Der a nger

P a n a r cl

D ésa ug i er s

F a ua r t

B e’

r a ng er

Roug et d e Lisle

N ettem en t

J a c i n th e Lecler e

D e’

sa ug ier s

B e’

r a ng er

P i er r e D up on t

vi* CONTENTS .

Th e Partin gTh e Pillar of th e CaféTh e Portr aitTh e RoseTh e Sabr e

Th e Safety of Fran ceTh e Sen atorTh e Soap -B ubble

Th e Son g of Depa rtur eTh e StormTh e Swal low and th e Exile

Th e TableTh e Tru e ToperTh e Turtle Dov eTh e Wh ite Cock adeTh e Wood lan d FlowerTh e Wor k m en

’

s Song

Wish es Th e Abbe d e La tta ig na n t

You left us on ce B a r a tea u

E . D ug a s

D ésa ug i er s

An onym ou s

Gen ti l B er n a rd

Em i le D ebr ea ua:

Ad olp h e S . B oy

B e’

r a ny er

Alex is D a le’

s

J . AI . Oh e’

n i er

F a br e d’

Eg la n ti n e

F oug a s

D e’

sa ug i ers

Al a i tr e Ad a m

Em i le Va r in

B e’

r a ng er

E m i le B a r a tea u

P ier r e D up on t

INTRODUCTION .

FRANCE h as always held a prom in en t position am on g n ation s

a s a lan d of son g-writers . I n th e m iddle ages n o son gste r vie d

w ith th e Fren ch trou badou r,an d th e n in te en th c en tu ry c an

exhibit n o lyrist ou t of Fran c e , wh o h a s h ad a n in fl u en c e on

th e m ass of h is c ou n trym en worthy t o be c om pared w ith tha t

exerc ised by B ér an ger on th e c it izen s of Pa ris. Son g seem s

a lways th e n atu ral expression of a Fren chm an’

s joy an d so rrow ,

en thu siasm an d c on tem pt . Th e m em ory of Hen ry IV . still

lives in son g,th e battles of th e Fron de were fou ght a s m u ch

w ith son gs as w ith bu llets ! th e great r evolu tion h a s a son g

literatu re of its own,which bec om es m on oton ou s from its very

Cop iou sn ess th e vi cto ry of th e allies ove r Fran c e h as its rhym ed

re cord in son gs of hate an d defian ce ! an d th e revolu t ion s that

have follow e d th e re storation,have the ir represen tativ es in

son gs of triu m ph an d in th e cyn ical stra in s of c om m u n ism .

Th e origin of Fren ch son g i s tra ced by a n t iqu a rian s a s fa r

ba ck a s th e origin o f th e Fren ch m on archy,an d i t seem s that

a Latin son g su n g by th e Fren ch in th e year 600 to c elebrate

a vic to ry ga in ed ove r th e Saxon s,i s still in existen c e , togethe r

wi th two others of th e sam e pe riod, an d in th e sam e lan gu age,

on e of which h as th e pecu liarity of a r ef r a in or bu rden . Af te r

this date , to be su re,a gap en su e s which exten ds over fi ve

c en tur ies, bu t this gap m ay fa irly be attribu ted n ot so m u chB

v iii INTRODU CTION .

to a lo ss of th e poetic a l gift on th e part of th e n ation,a s to a

wan t of effic ien t m ean s to preserve its fru its .

Towa rds th e en d of th e el even th c en tu ry,n ot on ly do son gs

begin to reappea r, bu t w e begin to have a c cu ra t e in form a t ion

respe c tin g th e w riters . On e Pie rre de Blo is be c am e ren own ed

for h is ga ll an t effu sion s, an d th e fam ou sAbe lard n ot onl y w rote

son gs bu t i s sa id to have su n g them w ith a very agre e able vo ic e .

Early in th e tw elfth c en tu ry th e Fren ch ton gu e en t ire ly

supplan ted th e rhym ed Lat in ,which pre c eded it a s th e lan gu age

of son g,an d th e tradition of this period se em s t o be st ill pr e

served in a n u m be r of chi ldish ditties,which a r e su n g a t th e

presen t day , an d which ar e u su all y a sso c iated with gam es havin g

an in dire ct referen c e to th e pu rsu its of a chivalric p e riod .

I t w a s a t th e c om m en c em en t o f th e tw elfth c en tu ry that th e

Fren ch began to have a'

c om m on lan gu age . Prio r to that periodth e p resen t lan gu age w a s w ritten in N o rm an dy

,a n d som e an

tiqu ar i an s regard th e N o rm an s,n ot th e Proven caux ,

a s th e

patria rchs of Fren ch son g . Th e troubadou rs, wh o a r e tra c ed

by som e to th e days of Hom e r, while others fix the ir o rigin a t

th e c om pa rat ively re c en t date of 1 1 6 , rea ched the ir cul m in atin g

po in t o f glory in th e ea rl ie r po rtion of th e fo u rte en th c en tu ry .

Th e tr oubadou r‘w a s a poet by profe ssion h is a r t w a s kn own

a s th e gay saber ”1 —o r gay sc ien c e ”an d wh ile it w a s highly

respe c ted, wa s Often exc eedin gly profitable . Ram bau d de la

Va cherie so highly plea sed on e o f th e c ou n ts of Tou lou se by h is

ly ric al effu sion s, that th e la tte r dubbed h im a kn ight,t o ok h im

to th e c rusades an d even tu ally m ade h im govern o r o f th e c ity o f

Sa lon ic a an d this i s only on e in stan c e am on g m an y of th e ki n d .

Th e poet w a s always a m u sic ian,an d fo r th e m o st pa rt c om po sed

h is own a irs,bu t this is n o t sayin g m u ch . M u sic a l ar t w a s

qu ite in i ts in fan cy,an d th e du ll pla in -son g, c om po sed i n n ote s

o f equ a l va l u e,c on tra st stran gely wi th th e l ight an d gallan t

them es of th e po etry . Sprin g, flowers, birds, an d of c ou rse ladie s

INTRODUCTION. ix

ar e th e them es of these early son gsters,an d it i s a fa c t worth

re c ordin g that n on e bu t fa ir beau ties w ere esteem ed t ill th e days

of Charles IX . when bru n ettes c am e in to fa shion .

Th e fa ct that po etry wa s a profitable a r t by n o m ean s ex

c lu ded its cu l t ivation from th e stu di es of pe rson s of th e highe st

rank . Th e Em pero r Frederic I .,wh o h a s left a m adrigal

c om posed in Proven cal verse ! th e Em pe ro r Frede rick I I .,

Frede rick Kin g of S ic ily, Alphon so I .

,Kin g of Arragon ,

Richard Coeu r de Lion ,Kin g of En glan d

, with a lon g li st o f

petty prin ces an d n obles, ar e all en u m erated am on g th e

t rou badou rs .

I n th e year 1 323,seven professors of th e gay sc ien c e foun de d

an a c adem y of poetry at Toul ou se , to which they gave th e n am e

of th e “W o rthy an d super-gay c om pan y of S even Toul ou se

Tr oubadou rs .

”Eve ry Su n day they held private m eetin gs in

a garden,in which they re c ited an d san g the ir c om position s !

an d also a pu bl ic m e etin g on th e fir St of M ay— th e favou rite

m on th of trou badours an d m in n esan ge r . A prize for th e best

c ompo sition w as offere d at a som ewhat late r period, an d th e

victor in th e poetic al c om bat re c e ive d a golden viole t from th e

han ds of th e presiden t , wh o pro c la im ed h is triu m ph alou d .

Two other flow ers in silve r were afterwards offered as in ferior

prizes . N 0 less than on e hu n dre d an d twen ty Fren ch poetsalso flou rished abou t an d previou s to this t im e

, plen t ifu l

spe c im en s of which w ill be foun d in th e Fren ch c ollection s of

troubadou r l iterature .

Th e title of'

“ fathe r of Fr en ch poetry, i s u su al ly awarded

to Thibaul t Coun t of Champagn e , who se son gs ar e m ostly in

hon ou r of'

Qu een Blan che of Castile , m other of S t . Lou is. H e

re ce ives this ho,

n ou r n ot so m u ch on a c c ou n t of h is an tiqu ity,

as on ac cou n t of h is m erit,th e Fren ch c ritics de c idin g, that th e

poets wh o pre c eded h im ar e n ot w o rthy of th e n am e .

Th e in te rval between th e close of th e fou rteen th c en tu ry,

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x INTRODUCTION .

an d th e re ign of Fran c is I .,which began in 1 5 1 5

,w as n o t

distin gu ished by l iterary p rodu c tiven ess . Th e wars betwe en

th e riva l pa rties of Arm agn a c an d Bu rgu n dy,an d th e o c c upa

t ion of Fran c e by th e En glish, were stern real ities,which

distra cted th e m in d of th e n ation from fan c ifu l pu rsu its .

There we re however som e stars a m id th e darkn ess,an d th e

b ibl iophil e s of Fran c e still talk of J e an Fro issa rt,G u illau m e

de Lorres,M artial de Pa ris

,J ean Lem a ire

,Gu ill au m e Cr éton

,

J ean de M eu se,an d Al ain Chartier— e spec ially th e last

a s respectabl e p erson ages in th e history of Fren ch poetry .

A love of th e beau ties of n atu re in h e r tran qu il m o ods,a e c om

p an i e d by a p owe r of a c cu m u latin g ple asan t deta ils, wa s th e

chara c teristic of th e best poets o f this epo ch .

T h e o rigin of th e w ord vau devill e,—which on ce den oted

a kin d of son g, bu t n ow den otes a dram at ic p ie c e , —is pl a c ed in

this pe riod . O l ivie r B asselin,a fu lle r of Vire in N orm an dy

,

wh o distin gu ished him self from h is m ore refin ed an d m o re

p iou s prede c essors, by chan t in g c oa rse j ovial stra in s in praise ,n o t of fa ir la dies or of sa in ts

,bu t o f w in e an d c ider, is suppo sed

to be th e in ven to r of th e v au -de -vire,—a w ord which h as sin c e

been c orrupte d in to vau devill e . I t is qu estion able however ,whether this hon ou r of origin atin g th e vau devill e really

belon gs to h im ,an d st il l m o re qu estion able whether h is works

have c om e down to po sterity in th e form in which h e w rote

them .

By th e side o f th e vau devil le which wa s th e son g of m irth,

fl ou rished th e c om pla in te ,”which was th e stra in of woe

,an d

a s there w as n o la ck of sad even ts in th e fifteen th c en tu ry, th e

m elan choly m u se was n eve r sil en t for wan t o f a fittin g subje c t .

An other poet o f this t im e wa s Fran co is Corbeu il , c om m on ly

c alled Villon,wh o a c c ordin g to Rabela is

,wa s a p r ote

’

g e’

o f

Edwa rd IV . of En glan d,an d whose “ ball ads ”

a r e still pr e

served . These a r e m arked in m an y in stan c es by a c oarse

INTRODUCTION . xi

c om ic al m oral,an d ar e sa id to have been stu died w ith m u ch

pr ofit by th e fam ou s La Fon ta in e .

Fran c is I . w a s him self a poet , an d h i s age wa s an age of

poetry . Th e great even ts that o c cu rred du rin g h i s re ign,an d

tho se of h i s n ext su c c e ssors,we re a c on stan t sou rc e of in sp i

ration to a serie s of po ets, wh o we re illu strio u s in the ir day ,an d who se son gs fill m an y a c ollection n ow pre serve d in th e

N a tion al Library of Fran c e . Am on g th e m o st pre c iou s is a

vellum m an u sc ript , c on ta in in g all th e son gs of Fran c is I . Th e

great n am es in this a ge , which m ay be exten ded to th e en d of

th e sixteen th c en tu ry, ar e those of Clem en t M a rot,S t . G ela is

,

D u Bellay, J odelle , Ron sard, Belle au ,Pa sser at an d Ba

'

if. To

th e la st of these is a ttribu ted th e hon ou r of be in g th e first

pe rson wh o en deavou red to en rich th e Fren ch w ith a n ation a l

m u sic of the ir own . H e wa s th e in ven to r of those ba lle ts,

which fo rm ed so e ssen tia l an am u sem en t a t th e royal c ou rts,

t ill th e re ign of Lou is XIV .

,an d which m ay be c on side red

,

in som e m ea su re , th e o rigin of th e Fren ch Ope ra .

Th e trou bl e s of th e Leagu e gave an im pu l se to son g w ritin g.

M ost o f th e son gs h ad refe ren c e to th e pol itic s of th e t im e !

bu t l ic en t iou s dittie s w ere a lso in vogu e,an d so far exc eeded

th e bou n ds of propriety, that at an assem bly of th e States

G en era l , held at Fon ta in ebleau , a proje ct fo r checkin g a l ic en se

which se em ed so detrim en ta l to m ora l ity w a s discu ssed . Th e

m o st fam ou s son g w riters of this perio d w ere D esport es an d

B er tau t . They w e re th e im m edi ate prede c e sso rs of Regn ie r

an d M a lherbe,th e latter of wh om i s u su al ly c on side re d th e

first c lassic al w rite r of Fren ch poetry . Kin g Hen ry IV .,so

ill u striou s a s a sove re ign,a lso takes a high place am on g th e

‘

poets of h is day ! an d perhaps n o son g h a s re ta in ed gen era l

popu l arity for so lon g a tim e a s th e well kn own Charm an te

G abriel le ”which h e addressed to h is m istre ss

,th e fam ou s

G abrielle d ’

Estr ées .

xi i INTRODUCTION .

D u rin g th e re ign of Lou is XI I I,an d th e m in ority of Lou is

XIV .,son g to ok an em in en tly satirica l tu rn

,an d th e Ca rdin a ls

Richelieu an d M a zarin , w ere c on stan t obje c ts o f m etric a l

a tta ck . Th e ba c chan al ian son g, which in de ed h as always

o c cupied an M por tan t pla c e in Fren ch lyrica l poetry, from th e

days of Olivier B a ssel in to th e presen t t im e,wa s also m u ch

c u ltiva ted ! a n d th e M a rqui s de Ra c an,wh o w a s on e of th e

e arl iest m em bers of th e Fren ch A cadem y,ga in ed a repu tation

in this c la ss of l itera tu re which i s n ot y et extin c t .

I t shoul d be observed tha t the se po e ts for th e m o st part

belon ged,o r a t an y rate w ere a tta ched

,to th e higher c lass o f

so c iety,w ith whom verse writ in g w as an elegan t am u sem en t .

How eve r, shortly befo re Richeli eu’

s dea th,tw o a rtisan s

,Adam

B ill au t of N evers, and Olivier M a ssias o f An goul em e,c reated

a great sen sation by the ir rhym e s . Th e son gs of th e first

of these,wh o i s gen e rally c a ll ed M it itr e Adam

,a r e c on side red

m ode ls of the ir kin d, an d obta in ed for th e po et th e hon ou r of

a n in trodu c tion to th e Kin g an d Richel ieu .

I n th e re ign of Lou is XIV .

,son g

,l ike eve ry o the r bran ch

o f Fren ch l itera tu re , rose to a m o st fl ou rishin g c on dit ion a n d

so m u ch wa s sun g on every su bje c t,tha t a histo ry of th e

period c ou ld a lm ost be c on stru c ted by a prope r a rran gem en t

o f ephem era l po em s . An a ttem pt to n am e th e po e ts o f this

lon g an d prolific reign wou ld on ly produ c e a tedi ou s list o f

a u thors,m an y of whom n o l on ge r l ive in th e m em ory o f th e

peopl e . Am on g th e poets o f th e kin g ’

s m in ority,we m ay

m en tion Vo itu re,Sc a rron

,an d Bo is Robert

, wh o w a s e ste em ed

th e best son g w riter o f h i s day , bu t whose produ c tion s a r e n ow

l ittle respe c ted . A great,bu t tra n sien t popu larity wa s a tta in ed

by th e Baron dc Blo t , su rn a m ed Blo t-l ’E spr it , wh o chiefly di s

t in gu ish ed him se lf by satirisin g Ca rdin al M a zarin . D ufr esn y

an d th e Abbé dc La tte ign an t, who se son gs w e re fa shion able a t

th e c ou rt o f Lou isXIV .,a r e c e lebra ted even a t th e pre sen t day .

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x i v INTRODUCTION .

led to th e e stablishm en t of a particu lar theatre for th e

perform an ce of those light m u sic al p ie c e s, which a r e so fam ilia r

to every habitu é of th e Fren ch dram a by th e n am e of v a u dev i lle .

D u rin g th e c on sul ate of N apol e on , son g on c e m ore lo st i ts

solem n an d fero c iou s chara c ter, an d in 1 804 th e prin c ipa l poets

of th e n ew thea tre form ed them selves in to a c lub en titled

D i n er s da Va u dev i lle . Th e fortu n es of th e theatre greatly

regu lated th e fortu n es of thi s so c iety,for

,a c c ordin g t o a

stan din g rul e,c om posed in rhym e

,n o p e rson c oul d be a dm itted

a s a m em be r wh o h ad n ot produ c ed three p ie c es, two of which

h ad e sc aped c on dem n at ion . Thu s,a s th e n u m ber o f su c c essfu l

au thors in crea sed, th e din n e r-partie s, which were held in th e

hou se Of an a c tor n am ed J u lliet,bec am e larger .

This so c ie ty, a lthou gh i t c om prised th e be st w its of th e day ,did n o t last lon g , an d in 1 806 Arm an d G ou fi é an d Capell e

revived th e ol d Ouvea n , fou n ded by G allet an d h i s frien ds i n

1 7 33,givin g i t th e n am e of th e Ga vea u M oder ate . M an y of

th e m em bers of th e extin c t vau deville c lu b join ed th e revived

so c ie ty,an d th e m e e tin gs w ere held on c e a m on th at th e

Roch er de C'a n ca le,a re stau ran t c el ebra ted a t th e tim e fo r fi sh

din n ers . Th e p e rpetu al pre siden t w a s Laujon ,a ve teran bard

an d bon v ivan t,w h o san g of love an d w in e at th e age o f e ighty

fou r,an d died

,i t i s sa id

,hu m m in g a joyou s tu n e an d on e o f

i ts brighte st o rn am en ts wa s D ésau gie r s, a son g-w rite r who se

n am e i s on ly se c on d to that of B ér an ge r him se lf,from whom a t

th e sam e t im e h e is p erfe c tly distin c t . D u rin g th e ten years

of i ts existen c e th e Ca v ea u M oder n e pu bl ish e d an an n u al

c olle c tion of its produ c tio n s, fo r i t m u st be bo rn e in m in d th a t

th e m em bers of the se vo c a l so c ie tie s w rote son gs on pu rpo se to

be su n g a t th e m e e tin gs . I n 1 8 1 5 i t w a s dissolved , in

c on sequ en c e o f th e dive rsity o f po litic a l opin ion that preva iled

a t th a t pe riod . I t revived,in de ed

,in 1 826 , bu t i ts repu ta tion

d id n o t revive w ith i t . B ci 'an g e r w a s o n e of th e m em be rs o f

INTRODUCTION . xv

th e Gaur ean M oder n e in its best days, bu t h e did n ot attain h i s

high c elebrity til l afte r 1 8 1 5,when h e stood a s th e chief

poetic al oppon en t of th e c ou rt an d th e a ristoc ra cy .

Vo c al so c ieties,em ul ou s of th e fam e o f th e Ga vea u M oder n e

,

w ere foun ded in seve ra l Fren ch town s,an d a lso in Pa ris itself

,

for th e a dm ission of person s wh o c ou ld n ot be re c e ived i nto

th e Ga vea u . Th e first of these m in o r Pa risian so c ietie s w a s

th e Soc i été de M am a s,ren dered illu striou s by th e n am e of

Em ile D ebr eau x, on e of th e m o st popu lar poets that Fran ce

eve r produ c ed . Th e exam ple bein g on c e set,th e fo rm ation of

sim ila r so c ieties pro c eede d w ith su ch rapidi ty, that in 1 836

the ir n u m be r in Pa ris an d th e ban l ien e w as e stim a ted a t 485 .

I n 1 832 th e suprem a cy am on g the se so c iet ie s wa s held by

th e Gym n a se Dyr igu e , which h ad be en foun ded in 1 824,an d

which,in im itat ion of th e a ea n , publ ished an an n u al volu m e

of son gs . This so c iety w a s di ssolved in 1 841,an d i ts great

su c c e ss was shown by th e fa ct that , in th e very yea r of its

dissolu tion ,it wa s im po ssible to obta in a c om pl ete c olle c tion o f

its pu bl ic at ion s a t a n y Pa ri sian bo okselle r’

s .

Th e revolu tion of J u ly 1 830,brou ght w ith it

,n ot on ly a

rev ival of th e republic an son gs of th e last c en tu ry, bu t a lso

seve ral n ew c om po sition s, th e m ost fam ou s of which w ere by

th e illu striou s dram atist,Casim ir D elavign e . F or a while son gs

in a stra in of en thu siastic n ation ality e cl ipsed every othe r kin d

of lyric al expression ,an d th e lighter them es

, which h ad be en

so happily t ou ched by th e Fren ch poets fo r m an y ages,began

t o be disregarded . Beran ger,wh o , before th e restoration , h ad

su n g th e joys of a happy pove rty, an d sin c e that even t h ad been

th e c on stan t sc ou rge of th e elder Bou rbon s,— B ér an g er , wh o

Had ra ised Fren ch son g to _a c la ssic a l im portan c e n eve r befo re

kn own— even Beran ge r,wh o heart ily sym pathised w ith th e

revolu tion of J u ly,began to think that th e “ re ign of son g

was over .

”Th e great poet , however, was n ot on ly w ron g in h i s

INTRODUCTION .

belief, bu t in th e year 1 834 , a n ew im pu lse w a s given to son g

by th e form ation of a soc iety c all ed La Lic e Ch a nson n i er e,

which was open to th e poets wh o c oul d n ot a fford to be c om e

m em bers of th e Ca vea u or th e Gym n a se Ly r ique , where

m e etin gs were a lways c elebrated by expen sive ban qu ets . Th e

foun de r of this soc iety wa s Charles Lepage , an e c c en tric poet ,wh o som etim es earn ed a good l ivel iho od by w ritin g m otto

verses for th e ven dors of bon -bon s . A c c o rdin g to th e ru les of

La Li ce Ch a n son n ier e , th e m e etin gs were held in public , e ve ry

m em be r h ad a right t o sin g a son g,an an n u al c ollec tion o f

son gs wa s publ ished, an d prizes w e re given t o au thors of th e

best w o rks. Several of th e m ost popu lar son gs owe the ir

o rigin to this soc iety .

A n ew epo ch in Fren ch son g w a s c rea ted by th e revolu t ion

o f 1 848 . Th e revolu t ion ary son gs of th e last c en tu ry were

v iolen tly wa rl ike an d repu bl ic an ,bu t they w ere fre e from that

c om m un istic t en den cy which n ow so frequ en tly a c c om pan ie s

th e profession of republ ic an sen t im en ts . At th e he a d of th e

m ost m odern school of Fren ch lyric poets w e m u st pla c e th e

a dm irable Pie rre D upon t , an d fo r th e m ost chara c terist ic

spe c im en o f h is ten den cy, po in t to that vigorou s o u t-pou rin g

o f stern disc on ten t,— Le Ch a n t des Ouv r i e rs .

He re en ds th e histo ry o f son g c on sidered a s c om ple te in

i tself,an d in depen den t o f th e dram a

,bu t still o ur ske tch o f

t h e progress of th e lyr ic al poetry of Fran c e wou ld hardly be

c om ple te w ithou t som e a c c ou n t o f th e progress of th e lyric a l

dram a,e spec ial ly whe re a people i s so m u ch im bu ed a s th e

Fren ch with a love fo r theatrica l am u sem en ts . An English

c itizen ,wh o n e ither go es to th e theatre n o r th e opera , m ay be

a go od average c itizen n o twithstan din g,bu t a Pa risian wh o is

n ot a play-go e r is a sort of exc eption al be ing wh o sc arc e ly

belo n gs to h is own m e tr opcfiis .

Opera h ad been kn own to th e I ta lian s for som e tim e,whe n

IN TRODUCTION . xvi i

th e Abbe’

Perrin,wh o he ld an ofli c e u n der Ga ston ,

D uke of

Orlean s,u n c l e of Lou is XIV .

,first in trodu c ed it in to Fran c e .

A pastoral which h e wr ote , an d to which m u sic wa s c om posed

by Cam bert,th e Qu e en D owage r’s m u sic ian

,wa s so m u ch

adm ire d when playe d before a private a u dien c e,w ithou t th e

a id of dec orat ion s,that Ca rdi n al M a za rin h ad it played seve ral

t im es before th e Kin g at Vin c enn es . This w ork,which

,in

th e history of th e Fren ch dram a,i s sim ply c alled “ La Pa s

tor a le,

”i s rega rded a s th e origin of Fren ch opera . M . Alex

an dre D um a s rem a rks that th e Fren ch a r e in debted for the ir

tragedy to Riche lieu , an d for the ir ope ra to M a za rin ! an d that

th e chara cte r of e a ch of these m i n isters wa s sym bol ise d by th e

c lass of am u sem en t to which h e exten ded h is patron age .

I n 1 669 th e Abbe Pe rrin obta in ed l etters pa ten t fo r th e

e stabl ishm en t of an“ A ca dem y of Ope ra s in th e Fren ch

lan gu age . H is m u sic a l a ssoc iate w a s st ill Cam be rt , an d in

1 6 7 1 they produ c e d a t th e HOtel de Gu én égau d , th e opera o f

Pom on e,in which Volta re tells u s there was a great deal of

ta lk abo u t apple s an d a rtichokes . Th e chara c ter of th e

frui tfu l goddess was playe d by on e D em o iselle de Ca stilly,an d th e m a chin e ry

,which from th e e arl iest days was an e ssen

t ial pa rt of Fren ch Ope ra , was pla c e d u n de r th e superin ten d

en c e of th e M a rqu is de Sou r dea c , a n oblem an of distin gu ished

m e chan ic al ta len t . Th e n ovelty of th e am u sem en t c reated a

great sen sation,an d for e ight m on ths th e sp e cu lation wa s

e m in en tly su c c essfu l . S o on,how eve r

,a disagre em en t a rose

am on g th e hea ds of th e en te rprise , an d th e M a rqu is,gettin g

rid o f th e Abbé,betook him self to G ilbert , sec reta ry of Qu e en

Christin a of Sweden,wh o h ad e arn ed som e repu tat ion a s a

poe t . A p ie c e en titled Les Pe in es et les Pla isirs de l ’Am ou r,

”

w ritten by G ilbert,an d w ith m u sic by Cam be rt

,wa s played a t

th e Hetel de Gu én égau d u n de r th e n ew m an agem en t .

Th e in terest which Lou is XIV . took in th e operat ic dram a

xviii INTRODUCTION .

proved fatal to th e repu ta tion of Cam bert . Th e Kin g,aware

of th e su pe rior m erit of Lu ll i a s a m u sic ian,de em ed h im th e

fittin g chief of th e lyr ical dram a . By letters pa ten t , Lu lli , w h o

h ad hitherto been a viol in ist in th e servic e of M adem o ise lle de

M on tpen sier , w a s a ll ow ed to e stabl ish a“ Roya l A c adem y of

M u sic,

”an d th e privilege wa s a c c om pan ied by a cu riou s c lau se ,

which de cla red that an y gen tlem an o r lady m ight sin g in

pu blic at th e A c adem y withou t an y derogation o f their n ob il ity .

Th e Abbé Perrin an d h is a sso c iate s were n ow c om pl etely

e c l ip sed, an d Ca m bert,a s Volta ire m ali c iou sly observe s

,

qu ittin g Fran c e in disgu st, playe d h is detestable m u sic to th e

En gl ish,wh o fou n d i t exc ellen t .

”H e w as

,in fa c t

,appoin ted

m a ste r of th e pr iva te ban d of Charles I I . W he the r Vo lta ire ’

s

sn ee r a t th e En gl ish"

ta ste w a s al togethe r de served appears

dou btfu l,—Cam bert died of a broken heart on a c c ou n t of th e

bad su c c e ss of h i s ope ra s in En glan d .

Lul l i’s the atre,which w a s open ed n ear th e Ru e Gu én ég au d,

wa s th e sam e e stablishm en t a s that wh ich ex ists a t th e pre sen t

day a s th e A c a dem i c,

”o r

,a s i t is m ore c om m on ly c al led

,th e

G ran d Ope ra .

”Lul l i w a s th e c om pose r, an d Qu in ault w a s

th e poet , of n e a rly a ll th e opera s produ c ed in the ir tim e ! an d

thou gh th e latte r w a s th e c on stan t bu tt of th e satirist Bo ilea u,

m ore m odern c ritic s have pron ou n c ed h im a po e t u n rival led o f

h is k in d . Volta ire do e s n ot he sita te to ra n k h is m erits above

those of Lu ll i in e stim atin g their jo in t produ ction s .

On th e death of M o liere,in 1 67 3

,th e Kin g gave to th e

Ac adem y th e the a tre of th e Pala is Royal,which h ad previou sly

be en o c cu pied by M o l iere ’

s c om pan y . This wa s held by Lu lli

till h is de a th,in 1 687 .

I n 1 7 33 th e lyric al dram a re c e ived a n ew im pu lse from th e

c elebra te d m u sic ia n Ra m e au : bu t i t wa s th e a rrival o f th e

im m ortal G l ii c k,in 1 7 7 0

,which ra ise d th e in te re st taken in

opera by th e Pa risia n w orld to i ts grea te st height . G l ii c k,

INTRODUCTION . xix

wh o was a G erm an,wa s a de c ided en em y of th e I tal ian school

of m u SIC,an d by w ay of opposin g h im ,

th e a dm irers o f that

scho ol brou ght Pic c in i from I taly . Th e Opposition betwe en

th e two schools, which divided th e whole fashion able so c iety o f

Paris in to th e fa c tion s of th e G lu ck ists an d th e P i c c in ists, an d

m ade th e theatre -alm o st a field of battle,la ste d t ill th e retu rn

of G lii ck to Vien n a .

Th e c el ebrat ed c om po se rs wh o su c c eeded G lu ck w ere Sal ieri ,Sa c ch in i

,an d G retry

,—th e la st of whom still reta in s som ewhat

of h is popu larity . All ea rly n am es were,however

,thrown in to

th e shade by th e appe aran c e ofRo ssin i a s a c om poser of Fren ch

Opera s . H is Gu illau m e Tell is on e of th e favou rite w o rks

of th e presen t day , an d wa s c losely followe d by those c om po

sition s of M eye rbeer,Au ber

,an d Ha levy

,which n ow form

th e staple- of Fren ch Opera . Th e fam e whi ch M . S c ribe h as

a cqu ired by writ in g th e wo rds of m odern opera s equ als, an d in

som e c ases far exc el s,that of th e c om posers . Th e Fren ch, i t

shou ld always be born e in m in d,ar e e ssen tial ly a dram at ic

people , an d it i s aga in st the ir n atu re to c on side r th e l iterary,

part of an opera a s a m atte r of n o im po rtan c e .

Th e Opera Hou se in th e Pa l a is Roya l,was destroye d by fir e

i n 1 7 63,an d in 1 7 8 1 th e bu ildin g which h a d been e re c ted in

i ts pla c e in 1 7 70, shared th e sam e fate . From th is date t il l

1 7 93,th e Operatic c om pan y played in a t em pora ry thea tre

n ea r th e Porte St . M a rtin,an d then m oved to th e Ru e

Richel ieu,where Nl adem o iselle M on tan si er h a d bu ilt them a

thea tre . Two othe r rem ovals,on e to th e Theatre de Lou vo is

,

an other to th e Salle F av ar t , pre c e ded th e fin al settlem en t o f

th e Gran d Opera in its presen t dom ic ile,in th e Ru e

Lepellet ier . This even t to ok pla c e in 1 822 .

Th e Operat ic establ ishm en t to which w e have refe rred,was

throu gh all its vic issitu des c on fin ed to th e perform an c e of

gran d Operas, a c lass o f work which however i t m ay have

XX INTRODU CTION .

th riven in Fran c e , m u st still be c on sidered a s exotic . Th e c om ic

opera , on th e other han d , se em s to have been n ation al in its

o rigin,a s w ell a s n ation al in its chara c ter ! an d its hu m ble

birth i s pla c ed am on g those fa ir s which from an e arly p eriod

w ere held in th e v ic in ity of Pa ris, an d which a r e still th e

deli ght of its c itizen s . Th e fa irs how ever were held fo r a lon g

tim e befo re dr am atic en terta in m en ts form ed a portion of th e

am u sem en ts . Th e first plays we re perform ed by puppets, an d

when,in 1 690

,a puppet proprietor, n am ed Be rtran d

,in tro

du c ed a c om pan y of you n g livin g a c tors,wh o played short

c om edies,th e regu lar Fren ch c om edian s c om pla in ed of wha t

they c on sidered an en croa chm en t of the ir privilege , an d th e

tem po rary theatre wa s‘

destr oy ed by th e pol ic e . F or severa l

ye ars there w as a c on stan t stru ggle be tween th e law an d th e

en terprise of th e hu m ble c om e dian s ! an d suppression on th e

on e han d w a s qu ickly follow ed by revival on th e o the r . A t

la st by en terin g in to an a rran gem en t w ith th e opera , an d by

m akin g for them selve s a few frien ds am on g th e regu la r

c om edian s,th e a c tors of th e fa irs obta in ed som ethin g l ike a

settled po sition abou t th e year 1 700. They w ere a llow ed to play

c om edies,in terspersed wi th m u sic an d balle t

, bu t sp eakin g w a s

p rohibited, to preven t all chan c e o f riva lry w ith th e regu la r

c om edian s . Th e thea tric al e stabl ishm en t which a rose u n de r

these lim ited privileges, n u m bered th e fam ou s La Sage am on g

i ts e arly au tho rs,an d in 1 7 1 2

,took th e n am e of th e Op er a

Com igu e . Presen tly a n ew series of vic issitu des a rose , an d on

on e o c c a sion th e theatre w a s deprived o f i ts privileges an d

c losed bu t in 1 7 43,i t began to rise from i ts obscu rity

,u n de r

th e m an agem en t o f J ean M on n et,wh o a sso c iated w ith him se lf

som e o f th e be st w its of th e day , in c lu din g Piron an d Vade’,

whom w e have a lready m en tion ed am on g th e son g-writers,an d

th e still m ore c el ebra ted F av ar t .

Even then th e words of c om ic Operas w ere written to popu la r


xxii INTRODUCTION .

c an be played by a c om pan y w ithou t a sin gle vo cal ist by pr o

fession ,ar e n eve rthele ss c alled vau devilles

,

”an d in deed hav e

a right to that t itle , on a c cou n t of those sc raps of son g w ith

which th ey ar e in terspersed, an d which a lways appea r so stran ge

to an En gl ish au dien c e,u n ac cu stom ed to th e Fren ch stage

bu t it is u n n ec essary to expla in that su ch pie c es have n ot th e

rem otest affin ity even th e l ightest kin d o f opera .

SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .

TH I s D ivision i s in ten ded to c om prise a l l that i s u n de rsto od by th e Fren ch word “ Rom an c e

,

”which w ou ld

have been se le cted in prefe ren c e to th e above t itle,did it

n o t suggest su ch a totally differen t idea in th e En gl ishlan gu age .

Th e subdivision which m ight be m ade of this la rgec la ss of Lyric al Po em s w ill be too pla in ly p erc e ived fro mth e spe cim en s them selve s

,to n e ed an y in trodu cto ry

rem ark .

SONGS OF THE AFFE CTI ONS .

BALLAD.

K ING F RAN CIs I .—born 1 494, died 1 507 .

a t m y w in dow— a ll a lo n e

I sto od abou t th e bre ak o f d ay ,

Upo n m y left Aur ora shon e,

To g uide Ap o l lo o n h is w a y .

Upon m y right I c o u ld beho ldMy love

,wh o eom b

’d h e r lo ok s o f go ld

I saw th e lu stre o f h e r eye s,

An d,a s a gla n c e o n m e sh e c a st

Cried,

G ods re tire behin d you r skie s,

You r brightn e ss is by hers su rpa ss’d .

SONGS OF THE AFFE CTION S . 25

As gen tle Phoebe,when a t n ight

Sh e shin e s u pon th e earth below,

Pou rs forth su ch ove rwhelm in g light ,\All m e a n er orbs m u st fa in tly glow .

tha t d ay,Eclipse Apo llo

’s br ighter r ay ,

IVh e r ea t h e wa s so sore distrestH i s fa c e w ith c lou ds h e ove rca st

,

An d I exc la im ’d,Tha t c ou rse i s best

,

Yo u r brightn ess is by he rs su rpa ss’d .

Then happ in e ss m y bo som che er’dB u t so on Apo llo shon e o n c e m ore

,

An d in m y j e a lou s rage I fea r’d

H e loved th e fa ir o n e I ado re .

An d wa s I wron g‘

l— N a y , blam e'

wh o

When jea lou s o f ea ch m orta l m an

Th e love o f gods c a n I de sp ise 2I hop e to c on qu er fea r a t la st

,

By cryin g,Ke ep behin d your skie s

Ye gods,you r lu stre is su rpa ss

’d .

”

J

5”

ORIGINAL.

ETAN T seu let,au pr es d

’u n e fen e stre

,

P a r n u m a tin,c om m e le jou r po ign o it ,

JC regarda i l ’Au rore a m a in sen e str e ,

Qui a Phoebu s le chem in en se ign o it ,

Et d’a u tr e part , In a In ie qu i p e ign o it

Son che f doré,e t v is ses lui san s yeu x,

Don t m e j etta u n tra it si gra c ieu x,

Qu’a hau te vo ix je fu s c o n tra in t d e dir e

D ieu x im m orte ls,en trez deda n s v os c ieu x

Ca r la beau te d e c e ste vo u s em p ire .

Com m e Phoebe,qu an d c c ba s lieu terrestre ,

Pa r sa e la r te,d e n ui t i llum in o it

,

Tou te lu eu r d em eu r o it en sequ estreCa r sa spl en deu r tou tes au tres m in o it .

Th e p ecu l iarity, that e v ery stan za h a s th e sam e term in at ion s,shou ld n ot be ov er

looked though i t h as n ot been adop ted in th e tran slat ion .

SONGS OF THE AFFE CTIONS .

Ain si m a dam e en son regard t en o itTou t obscu r c i le sole il radieux

,

D e n t d e dép it , lu i triste et sou c ieu x,

Su r les hu m a in s l ors n e da ign a plu s lu ireP a r qu o i

,lu i d is Vou s fa ite s p ou r le m ieu x

Ca r la beau té d e c este vou s em p ire .

O qu e d e jo ie e n m on c oeu r sen t is n a istr e,

Qu an d j’app ercu s qu e Phoebu s r etou r n o it

Ca r je c r a ign o i s qu’am ou reu x v ou lu st e stre

D u dou x obj et qu i m on easu r d eten o it .

Av o is-je tort ? N on c a r,s’i l y v en o it

Qu e lqu e m orte l, j

’en ser o i s sou c ieu x .

D ev o i s-je pa s d on cqu e s c ra in dre le s dieu x ,Et d espr i ser , p ou r fu ir n u t e l m a rt ire

,

En l eur crian t Retou rn ez dan s v os c ieu xCa r la beau té d c c este vou s em p ire .

SONG .

(PH ILIs QUI ME v OIT LE TEINT RLRMR. )

F RAN cO Is DE M ALI IRRRLs—b om 1 555,died 1 62°

PH ILLIS see s m e p in e away,

Sees m y r a v i sh ’d sen ses stray,

Down m y che eks th e tear-drops c re ep in g.When sh e seeks th e c au se o f pa in ,Of h er cha rm s sh e i s SO va in

Tha t sh e thin ks fo r h e r I ’m w e ep in g.

So rry I shou ld be,fo rs o o th

,

Did I v ex h e r w ith th e tru th.

Ye t i t su re ly is p erm ittedJu st to po i nt ou t h e r m istake s,Whe n he rse lf th e c a u se sh e m ake s

Of a c rim e sh e n e’er c om m itted .

’Twa s a wo n drou s school , n o doubt,Where sh e fou n d h er beau ty ou t ,

SONGS o r THE AFFE CT IONS . 27

Which,sh e thin ks

,c an triu m ph o

’e r m e

So that , de em in g h er div in e ,I c an lan gu i sh, w e ep a n d p in e ,

With so pla in a tru th before m e .

Min e wou ld be a n ea sy c a se

If a happy re stin g-

pla c e

I n h er d en sh e c ou ld in su re m e

Then fo r so la c e to m y wo e

F a r I shou ld n ot ha ve to go ,E’

en th e vilest herbs m ight cu re m e .

’Tis from Gly c e r a pro c eedsGrie f wi th whi ch m y bo som bleeds

Beyon d so la c e o r a ssistan c e .

G ly c er a c om m an ds m y fa te ,As sh e ple a se s to dicta te

Dea th is n e ar or a t a dista n c e .

Su re o f i c e tha t he art i s m a d e

Which n o p ity c a n in v a de,

Even for a S in gle m in u teB u t what ever fau lts I se eI n m y sou l still h ideth sh e

,

Ro om for the e i s n o t wi thin i t .

ORIGINAL.

PHILIS qu i m e vo it le te in t blem e,

Les sen s ravis d e m o i -m em e,

Et le s yeu x trem pes chaqu e j ou r,

Cherchan t l a c au se d e m a p e in eSe figu re

,ta n t e l le e st va in e

,

Qu ’e lle m

’a don n e d e l ’a m ou r.

Je su is m a rri qu e la c o lér e

M e porte ju squ’a lu i dép la ire

Ma is pou rqu o i n e m’e st - i l perm is

D e lu i dire qu ’e lle S

’abu se

,

Pu i squ’a m a hon te e lle s

’a c cu se

D e c c qu ’e lle n

’a p o in t c om m is


En qu e l le éc ole n om pa r e ille

Au r o i t-e lle appris la m erve illeD e S i bie n cha rm e r ses app a s,Qu e je pu sse la trou ver be l le ,Palir, tran sir, lan gu ir p ou r e l le ,

Et n e m’en apper c ev o i r p as ?

Oh qu ’il m e ser o i t d esirable

Qu e je n e fu sse m iserable

Qu e p ou r etre clan s sa prison 3M on m a l n e m

’e ton n er o it gu eres ,

Et les herbes le s p lu s v ulga iresM ’

en d on n er o i en t l a g uérison .

C’est d e G ly cer e qu e pre ceden tTou s les en n u is qu i m e po ssed en t ,

San s rem ede et san s r e c on fo r t

G ly cere fa it m es de st in ee sEt c om m e i l lu i pla it , m es a n n ée s

Son t ou pres ou lo in d e la m ort .

C’e st bien u n c ou rage d e gla c e

,

Oil la p itie n’a p o in t d e pl a ce ,

E t qu e n en n e p eu t e’

m ou v o i r

Mai s,qu elqu e défa u t qu e j

’

y blam e,

Jc n e pu Is l’Ote r d e m on a m e

,

N on plu s qu e vou s y re c evo ir.

Fran co is d e Malherbes is regarded a s th e father of m ode rn Fre n ch poe try.

Earl ie r w riters a r e w ithou t th e pale o f c lassic al ity .



D e ro seeArrosee

,

La rose a m o in s d e fr a icheu rUn e he rm in eEst m o in s fin e

Le la it a m o in s d e blan che u r.

Pou r e n ten dreSa. v o ix t en dre

On de’se rte l e ham ea u,

Et Ti tyr e ,

Qu i sou p ir e ,Fa it ta ire son ch a lu m c a u .

Elle e st blon de,

Sa n s se c o n deEll e a la ta ille a la m a in

Sa pru n e l leEt in c c lle

Com m e l’a stre d u m a lin .

D’a i n br o isic

,

Bie n cho isie,

I I c’

be la n o u rrit a pa rtEt sa bo u che

,

Qu a n d j ’ y tou che,

M e parfu m e d c n e c ta r.

ORIGINAL.

V IRN S,Au ro re

,

Je t ’im plor e ,Jc su is g a i qu an d je te v o i .

La bergere,

Qu i m’e st chere

,

Est verm e ille c om m e to i .

SONG S OF TH E AFFECTIONS . 3 1

SON G .

(CRURL TYRAN DE MES DRS IRS . )

MARQU IS DE RACAN—born 1 589, di ed 1 670.

ESPECT,thou a rt a ty gan t stern ,

An d ha rsh in deed i s th y de cre eThat w ith wha teve r pa in I bu r nI m u st en du re it qu ie tly.

Oh,let m e t o th e ro cks c o n fe ss

Th e se cret o f m y heart’s distre ss

Th e silen c e of these woods is de ep ,My se cret they w ill n ever te l l

Here c o n sta n tly th e e cho e s sle ep ,

An d here repo se will ever dw e ll .Th e zephyrs on ly c an c on fe ssTh e se cret o f m y hea rt

’s distress.

These shady bou ghs, so thi ckly spread ,Con so lin g to m y grief app ear

Th e bitter tea r-dr ops tha t I shedSeem to r e c e ive a w e l c om e here .

Here,on ly he re

,I c an con fe ss

Th e se cret o f m y heart’s distress.

Thou gh pa ssion u rges m e to spe akWhen e ’er th e love ly n ym ph i s n ea r,

Sh e,wh o m y hea rt c an c aptive m ake

,

Then m akes m y ton g u e h e r fetters w ea r.To h er I d o n ot da re c on fess

,

E ’en by a sigh

,m y hea rt

’s distress.

SONG S OF THE AFFECTIONS .

H e r eye s se em n ot o f m ort a l bir th,

Nou ght ri v a ls the ir c el estia l fires,

Th e Maker Of th e he aven s a n d e a rthI n them h is m a ster-p ie c e a dm ire s

H er be au ty— tha t,I w ill c on fess

,

I s worthy o f m y hea r t’s distre ss .

If kin dly for tu n e w ill,a t last

,

Show that I have n ot p r ay’d in va in

,

If a fter m an y sea son s pa st ,My love its rich rew a rd sha ll ga in ,

Then to th e ro cks w ill I c on fessH ow lovers ta ste tr ue happ in ess.

Hon orat d e Bu e il , Marqu is d e Racan ,w as on e o f th e m ost c e lebrated p oe ts o f th e

se v en teen th c en tu ry, a n d on e of th e first m em bers of th e Fren ch Ac adem y .

WISHES .

(LES SOUHAITS . )

Th e ARRE DE LATTA IGN AN T—born 1 690, died 1 7 7 0.

OH,m y de arest

Oh,m y fa ire st

F o r th y favou r I im plore .

I will beTru e to the e ,

I w ill love the e e v erm ore .

I f I h ad a n hu n dred he a rtsNever shou ld on e stray from thee

,

If I h ad a n hu n dred hea rtsEvery o n e shou ld fe el th y darts.

Oh,m y de are st , &C .

If a n hu n dred eye s w ere m in e ,The e a lon e tho se eye s w ou ld se e

If a n hu n dred eye s w ere m in eEve ry on e on the e w ou ld shin e .

Oh,m y de arest , d

'

c .

SONGS OF THE AFFE CTIONS . 33

If a n hu n dr ed ton gu es I h a d ,They Shou ld spe ak of n ou ght bu t thee

If an hu n dred t on gu es I h ad,

A ll shou ld ta lk o f the e,l ike m ad .

Oh,m y deare st , &C.

If I w ere a p oten t god

Then im m orta l thou shou ldst be,

If I w ere a p oten t god

All shou ld worship a t th y n od .

Oh,m y de a re st , &c .

If fiv e hun dre d sou ls y ou w ereYou for h er shou ld riva ls be

,

I f fi v e hu n dred sou ls y ou w ereAll shou ld love this be au ty ra re .

Oh,m y dea re st , (h e .

H ad y ou rea ch’d your hu n dredth ye ar

You n g w ith h er w ou ld Nestor be,

H a d y ou r e a ch’d you r hu n dredth ye a r

Sprin g th rou gh h e r wou ld r e -appe ar.Oh

,m y dearest , &c .

ORIGINAL.

M A m ie,

M a dou c e am i e ,

Répon ds a m e s am ou rs.

Fid‘

ele

A c ette be lle ,Je 1 ’a im era i ton j ou rs.

Si j ava is c en t c oeu rs,I ls n e sera ien t rem pli s qu e d

’

e lle

Si j’av a is c en t c oeu rs,

Au cu n d’eu x n’a im er a it a illeu rs.

M a m ie, &c .

Si j’a v a is c en t yeu x

,

I ls sera ien t ton s fixes su r e lle

3 L SON G S OF THE AFFE CT IONS .

Si j’a v a is c en t ye u x

,

I ls m e ven '

a ien t qu ’e lle e n tou s l ieu x .

M a n i i e,dz c .

Si j’a v a is c en t vo ix

,

Elles n e parlera ien t qu e d’e lle

Si j’a v a is c en t vo ix

,

Tou tes redir a ien t a la fo isM a m ie

, er e .

Si j ’eta is n u di eu,

Je vou dra is la ren dre i i n m o r tc lle

Si j ’e ta is u n dieu( ln l

’a d o r e r a i t en tou t lieu .

M a m ie,th e .

Fu ssie z -vou s c in q c en tsVou s

.

seriez tou s rivau x pres d’e lle

Fu ssie z-vou s c in q c en ts,

Vou s vou driez e n etre am a n ts.

M a m ie,&c .

Eu ssiez-vou s c en t a n s,

N e stor raj eu n ir a it p ou r e lleEu ssiez-vou s c en t a n s

,

Vou s re trou veriez le prin tem ps .

M a m i e,

M a do u c e am ie,

Répon ds a m es am ou rs.

FideleA c e tte be lle

,

Jc l ’a im e r a i tou jo u rs.

c w r i ters hav e attain ed greater c e lebrity in the ir day than th e AbbeLa tte ig n an t,whose fac il ity i nw riting a n d sin gin g son gs m ade h im th e de l ight o f th e fash ion ablec irc les in Paris tow ards th e m iddle o f th e last c en tu ry. This tru e spe c im en of th eAbbe Ga la n t of form er days tu rn ed dev ou t i n h is o ld age , a n d died in a m on astice stabl ishm en t .

S ON GS OF TH E AFFECTION S .

CHARMING GABRIELLE .

(CHARMANTE GABRIELLE . )

A ttribu ted to K ING HENRY 1 V .—born 1 553, d ied 1 61 0.

MY charm in g G abrielle ,Wha t arrows p ierc e m y he a rt,

When,biddin g the e fa rewel l ,

F or battle I depa rt .

Th e d ay of qu itt in g the eSu ch a n gu i sh m ake s m e prove

I w ish I c ou ld be fre eFrom l ife o r love .

CD

C

A


Ala s m y life’s ow n sta r

,

Whom glory m ake s m e flyI n thin kin g thou a r t fa r

N 0,I ’ll retur n o r di e .

Th e d ay of,(h e .

Oh Share m y roya l crow n,

Whi ch on c e Be llon a gaveTh e pa rt tha t is thin e own

,

Thou from m y heart sha lt have .

Th e d ay o f,Ar e .

My tr um pe ts sha l l pro c la i mTh e e eh os sha l l rep ea t

Th e glorie s o f th y n am e

The se w ords so sa d a n d sw eet .

Th e d ay o f, 81 0.

ORIGINAL.

CHARMANTE Gabr ie ll e ,Perce d e m ill e dards

,

Qu an d la glo ire m’a pp el lc ,

A la su ite d e Ma rs.

Cru e ll e dépa rt ieMa lheu reu x jom

’

Qu e n e su is-je sa n s v ie

Ou sa n s am ou r

B e l a stre qu e je qu itte ,Ah cru e l Sou v e n ir

M a dou leu r S ’e n irrite .

Vou s re v o ir,ou m ou rir .

Cr u e lle dépa r tieMa lheu re u x jou r

C’

e st trop peu d’u n e v ie

Pou r ta n t d ’a m ou r.

Pa r tage z m a c ou ro n n e,

Le prix d e m a va leu rJe la. tien s d e Be ll on eTen ez-la d e m on c oeu r.


525 S ONG S OF T HE AFFECT ION S .

(A l l DIEU ! QUE LA FLAMME EST CRUELLE . )

JEAN D nsn m n r s—b om 1 595, died 1 676.

H,He a v en h ow c r u e l is th e flam e

Which Love h a s d e st in ’d m e to fe e l,

I w a it u pon a fickle dam e,

An d thou gh she ’s fa lse I love h er st ill .

More c on sta n t i s th e rov in g w in d,More c on sta n t is th e rol li n g sea

Proteu s w a s apt to chan ge,w e fin d

,

H e n ever chan ged so o ft a s Sh e .

On m e Sh e n ow be stows h e r gra c e ,Love ’s n ot en ou gh , Sh e w ill adore

N ow l ets a n other take m y p la c e ,

A n d vow s sh e n e’er saw m e before .

Th e o ther,bo a stin g o f m y fa ll ,

Soon fin ds h is exu ltat ion v a inH is bark i s sh atte r ’d by th e squ a l l

,

An d I am sa fe i n por t a ga in fi‘

I try a l l a rt ’s a n d n a tu re ’s tric k s

,

An d a ll a lov er’s bra in c a n p lo t ,Hop in g this qu icksilve r to fix

,

t n e’

e r a dva n c e a sin gl e jo t .

B u t whatso eve r fau lts I se e ,Thi s is th e grief I m ost dep lore ,

I c a n n ot se t m y sp irit fre e ,I n Sp ite o f a l l

,I m u st adore .

\Vith j ea lou s rage h e r do or I Spu r n ,

An d swea r I n eve r w i ll go ba ckB u t still I fi n d m y fe et re tu rn ,They wi l l n ot l eave th e a n c ien t tra ck .

Com pare l l o ra c c ’

s Od e , Lib . i


We qu arrel n ow,a n d n ow forgive

,

Min e i s a wretched c a se,n o

’

dou btI pla inl y see I c an n o t l iveOr w ith m y tyra n t o r w ithou t .

Jean Desm are ts oc cu p ies a. c on sp ic u ou s p la c e in th e an n als o f th e c ou rt of Lou isXIII . , on ac c ou n t of h is share i n th e tragedies attribu ted to Cardin al Richel ieu .

OH ! MAMMA .

(AH ! VOUS DIRAI-J E MAMAN ?)

H,m a in m a

,h ow c a n I te ll

In m y he art wha t torm e n ts dw e llSin c e I saw tha t han dsom e sw a inEye in g m e

,c ou ld I refra in

From thi s l ittle w icked thou ghtWithou t lovin g— life i s n ought .

M e in to a bow ’r h e to ok,

An d with wreaths a d orn ’d m y c rook,

Which o f cho ic est fl ow ’r s h e m a de .

Then,My de a r bru n ette

,

” h e sa i d,

Flora ’s char m s ar e less tha n thin e

,

N e’e r w a s love to equ a l m in e .

Be in g form ’d w ith charm s l ike the se

,

You shou ld love,a n d try to plea se

Made for love,say t ea chers sage

,

I s th e sprin g-t im e o f ou r ag e

If a lon ger t im e w e w a it,

W e regret,when ’

t is too la te .

Then I felt th e blu shes start,

Then a sigh betr ay’d m y he a rt .

Dam on tr ain ’d in Cu p id’s schoo l

Show ’d h e wa s n o sim p le foo lI h ad fled

,bu t h e sa id N O

Ne’e r wa s m a iden pu zzled so .


Then I fe ign’d t o sin k with dread

,

Then I from h i s c lu tches fl ed .

B u t when I w a s sa fe a t la st,

Throu gh m y hea rt th e qu estion pa st ,Min gl in g hope w ith bitter pa i nSha ll I see hi s fa c e aga in

Shepherdesse s m ark m y w ords,No thin g love , beside you r herds .

Of th e Shepherds, pray, bew are ,If they look wi th ten der a i r

,

If they t en der thou ghts revea l,

Oh,wha t torm en t

, y ou m ay fe e l 3

ORIGINAL.

AH vou s dira i-je , m am a n,

Ce qu i c au se m on tou rm en t 2

Depu is qu e j’a i v u S i lv a n d r e

M e regard er d ’u n a ir t en dre

,

M on c oeu r d it a tou t m om e n t

Pen t -ou vivre san s a m an t

L’au tre jou r dan s n u bosqu e t,

D e flou rs i l fi t n u bou qu et ,I1 e n p a ra m a hou le tte ,M e disan t “ Bell e bru n e tte ,Flore e st m o in s be lle qu e to i ,L’am ou r m o in s ten dre qu e m o i .

Etan t a ite p ou r ch a rm er,

II fau t pla ire , i l fa u t a im er,C

’e st au prin tem ps d e son ag e

Qu ’il e st d it qu e l’on s

’en gag e

Si vou s ta rdez p lu s lon gtem ps ,On r egrette c e s m om en ts .

”

Je rou gis e t, p a r m a lh e i u '

,

Un sou p ir trahit m on c oeu rS il v a n d r e , e n a m a n t

,habile ,

N e j ou a pas l’im bec i lc

J c veux fu ir , il n o ve u t pa sJnge z d e m on em ba rra s .

SONGS o r TIIE AFFE CTIONS . AI

Jc fis sem blan t d ’a v o ir p eu r ,

Je m’e ch appa i pa r bon heu r

J’eu s re c ou rs a la retra ite .

Ma is qu elle p e in e se creteSe m ele da n s m on e sp o ir,Si je n e pu is le revo ir.

Bergeres d e c e ham eau,

N’a im ez qu e votre trou peau ,

Un berger, pren ez—y ga rde ,

S’i l vou s a im e

,v ou s regarde

,

Et s’expr im e ten drem en t

,

P en t vou s c au ser du tour m e n t .

What you n g lady w h o h a s taken half—a -dozen l esson s on th e p ian o, i s u n ac qu ain tedw i th th e air of “ Ah v ou s dirai-je , ”w hich i s by som e at tr ibu ted to Ram eau ? Th e

w ord s, wh ich a r e an onym ou s, a r e less gen eral ly kn ow n .

I ’LL NOT SHOW OVER-HASTE .

(J E N E vnux PAS ME PRESSER . )

Th e DUKE DE N IV ERN OI S .

At th e dan ce th e other n ightCol in on m e c a st an ey e

I appea r’d em ba r r a ss

’d— qu ite ,S eem ’d a s thou gh I wi sh ’d to fly.

OVE’S a fo ol ish thi n g, n o dou b t,Mo ther says so every day

Love w e c a n n ot d o w ithou t ,When w e

’re ha n dsom e, you n g,

an d g ay .

G o od m am m a,whe n a t m y ag e ,

You th’s de l ights n o dou btw ou ld ta ste

I sha l l be,t oo

,— I ’ll en gage ,

When m y t im e c om e s,— won !

d rou s sage ,B u t I

’ll n ot Show over-haste .

SONG S OF THE AF FE CTIONS .

B u t m y steps w ere very slow,

Hu rry wou ld hav e be en m ispla c ed ,N o di sda in I w i Sh ’

d t o Show .

When th e m en torm en t u s so

\Ve shou ld fly,bu t n ot w ith ha ste .

Co lin w ith h i s vows w ill c om e,

When th e li ght o f m orn in g bre akst en a t n ight ou r flo cks go hom e

,

Co lin stil l profe ssion m ake s.

Most in d ifl ”r en t I app e a r,

Thou gh h is w ords a r e to m y ta ste ,

An d m y ten der hea rt , I fe ar,I sha ll giv e i t u p , Oh, dea rB u t I ’l l n ot Show over-ha ste .

I have seen h ow tu rt le -doves,

Thou gh a ten dern e ss they fe e lF o r the ir a rden t fea th e r ’d love s,Show a fi rm re sista n c e st ill .

F o r m y pa ttern I w il l takeDoves w ith so m u ch pru den ce gra c ed .

Su ch the ir lovers n e ’er forsake

,

Bin din g vows I too will m ake,

B u t I ’ll n ot Show over—ha ste .

POOR JACQUES .

(PAUVRE JACQUES . )

MARCH IONES S DE TRAV AN ET.

POOR Ja cqu es,when I wa s c lo se to thee ,

N 0 se n se o f w a n t m y fa n cy c r oss’d

B u t n ow thou l ivest fa r from m e,

I fe e l tha t a l l on e a r th is lo st .

When thou m y hu m ble to il wou ld’st sha re

,

I fe lt m y da ily labou rs li ghtThen ev’ry d ay appea r

’d so fa irB u t wha t c an m ake th e presen t bright


I c an n ot bea r th e su n’s bright r ay ,

When on th e fu r r ow’d pla in i t fa llsWhen thr ou gh th e shady w o od I stra y

,

All n atu re rou n d m y hea rt appals.

Poor Ja cqu e s, when I w a s c lose to the e ,

N0 sen se o f wa n t m y fan cy c r oss’d

B u t n ow thou li ve st fa r from m e,

I fee l tha t a ll on e a rth i s lo st .

ORIGINAL.

PAUVRE Ja cqu es,qu an d j ’eta is pres d e to i ,

Jc n e sen ta is pa s m a m i sereMa is a presen t qu e tu v i s lo in d e m o i

,

Jc m an qu e d e tou t su r la terre . (bi s )

Qu an d tu ven a i s partager m e s travau x,

Jc trou va is m a tache legere,

T’en sou vien t- il tou s le s jou rs éta ien t bea u x

Qu i m e ren dra c c tem ps prospere (3 (bis.)

Qu an d le sole il brill e su r n os gu erets,

Je n e pu i s sou fl’

r ir la lu m i‘ereEt qu an d je su is a l ’om bre d es forets,J’a c cu se 1a n atu re en t ier e . (bis )

Pau vre Jaqu es, qu an d j’eta is pres d e to i ,

Jc n e sen ta is pa s m a m isereMa is a presen t qu e tu v is lo in d e m o i

,

Jc m an qu e d e tou t su r la terre . (bi s )

This l it tle son g, which w a s qu ite th e rage a few years before th e first rev olu tion ,

ow ed i ts origin t o a c ircu m stan c e which oc cu rr ed wh ile th e Pet ite S u isse , " an a r tifi

c i a l Sw iss v il lage , was c ons tru c ted a t th e Little Tr i an on , for th e am u sem en t of Qu eenMarie An toin ette . A Sw iss p easan t-girl , w h o w a s brought from Sw itzerlan d w ithsom e c ow s to he ighten th e illus ion

,w a s observ ed t o look m elan choly, a n d th e exc lu

m at ion Pau v re Jac qu es,” show ed that sh e w a s p in in g for a d istan t lov e r. Th e

Qu een w as so tou ched by th e g irl ’s sorrow ,that sh e sen t for Jacqu es, a n d gav e h er a

w eddin g p ort ion while th e March ion ess d e Tr av an et w a s m ov ed to write th e song ofPau v re Ja cqu c s, ” t o wh ich sh e also c om posed th e m u sic .

‘l 13 SONG S OF THE AFFE CT IONS .

THE IN FIDELITIES OF LISETTE.

(LES IN F IDELITES DE LISETTE . )

B ERAN GEn—born 1 7 80.

LI SET '

I‘

E,wh o o

’e r m y gla ss

Will , l ike a despo t , re ign ,Com p e llin g m e— a la s

To beg a drop in va in .

N 0 chicke n n ow am I,Ye t y ou m y qu a n tu m fix

When,dea re st

,did I try

To re ckon u p you r tricksLise tte

,oh m y Lise tte ,

You ’re fa lse— bu t l e t tha t pa ssA he a l th to th e gr isc tlcAn d to o u r lo v e

,Lise tte

,

I’l l fi ll a n o the r gla ss.

Yo u n g Lin dor swaggers so,

You r cu n n in g h e defie s,


S ONG S OF THE AFFE CTIONS .

S o dr in k w ith them I w ill ,You sha ll n ot ba lk m y ve in .

Pray be m y m istre ss st il l,

You r frien ds sha ll st ill be m in e .

Lisette,oh m y Lise tte , &c .

ORIGINAL.

LISETTE,don t l ’ em p ire

S’e’

ten d ju squ ’ a m om v in,

J’éprou ve la m a rtyreD

’e n dem an der e n va in .

Po u r sou ffrir qu’a m on ag e

Le s c ou ps m e so ien t c om ptés ,Ai-je c om pté, vo lage ,Tes in fid e l ités (1

Lise tte,m a Lise tt e

,

Tu m’a s trom pé tou jou rs

Ma is vive la grisetteJe veu x

,Lise tte

,

Bo ir e a n os am o i u‘

s.

Lin dor, p a r so n a u da c e

,

M e t ta ru se en défa u tI l te pa rle a vo ix ba sse ,I l sou p ir e tou t ha u t .

D u te n dre e spo ir qu’il fo n de

I l m’i n stru isit d

’abo rd .

D e p eu r qu e je n’e n g ro n de ,

Verse au m o in s ju squ ’a u bord .

Lise tte,m a Lise tte

,&c .

Ave c l ’heu reu x Cl ita n d r eLorsqu e jc te su rpris ,Vou s c om ptie z d

’

u n a ir t en dreLe s ba isers qu ’il t ’a p r is .

To n h u m ou r p eu sev ereEn c o m pta n t l es dou blaRem plis en c o r m on v e n

'

c

Po u r ton s c es ba isers-la.

Lise tte,m a Lisette

,d' c .

SONGS OF TH IS AFFECTIONS .

se x e s o r THE AFFE CTIONS . 47

Mon dor, qu i tou j ou rs don n e

Et r uban s e t bijou x,

Deva n t m o i te chi ffon n eSan s te m e t tre en c ou rroux.

J’a i v u sa m a in ha rdie

S’éga r er su r ton se inVe rse ju squ ’ a la l iePou r u n si gran d larc in .

Lisette,m a Lisette

,&c .

Ce rt a in so ir je pen etreDa n s ta cham bre

,e t sa n s bru it

,

Je vo is pa r la fen etreUn voleu r qu i s

’en fu it .

Je l ’a v a is,d es la v e ille

,

Fa it fu ir d e ton bou do ir.Ah qu

’u n e au tre bou te il le

M ’em péch e d e tou t vo ir I

Lisett e,m a Lise tt e , &c .

Tou s,c om ble’s d e t e s gra c e s,

M e s am is so n t le s t ien sEt c eu x don t tu te la sses,C’e st m o i qu i le s sou t ien s .

Qu’a v e c c eu x—la

,t r a i tr e sse ,

La v in m e so it p erm isSo is ton jou rs m a m a itre sse ,Et ga rdon s n os am is.

Lisette,m a Lisette

,(be .

Pierre J ean d e Beran ger w a s born a t Par is in 1 780, a t th e hou se of a tailor, h isgr an dfather

,w h o had th e charge of h i s in fan cy. A t th e ag e of n in e years h e w itn e ssed

th e takin g of th e Bast ill e , w hich m ade an in de l ible im p ression on h i s m em ory.

Short ly afte rw ar ds h e l e ft Par is for Peron n e , w h ere h e becam e app ren t ic e in th e

p rin t in g e stabl ishm e n t of M . La isn ey , an d th e task of com p osi n g se em s to hav e giv enh i m th e first n ot ion s of l iteratu re . A p rim ary school fou n ded a t Peron n e

,o n th e

p r in c ip les of Jean Jacqu es Rou sseau ,c om p leted h is you th fu l edu cat ion ! an d w hen h e

retu rn ed t o Paris,a t th e ag e of s ixteen ,

h e began to w ri te ep ic , dram at ic , a n d rel igiou sp oem s

,in sp ired by stu dies of Mol iere an d Chateau brian d . A t th e sam e t im e , h ow

e ver, w hile su fi

'

e r in g th e sev erest p r iv at ion s , h e m ade se v eral e ssays i n that style o fw r i t in g to wh i ch h e ow e s h is c e l ebr ity, a n d to th is p eriod of h i s l ife be lon g thoselyrical exp ress ion s of a joyou s p ov erty , of wh ich Rog er B on te mp s, Les Gueux, an d LoVi ei l Ha bi t m ay b e c ited a s exc e ll en t spe c im en s.

Th e p ov erty of Beran ge r p rov ed a t last to o m u ch for h is p at ien c e , in dom itable a sth is v irtu e app e ars in h is e ffu s ion s . I n 1 803 , fin din g h im se l f t otally w ithou t r e

sou rc e s, h e sen t a n u m ber o f h is p oem s to Lu c ien Bon ap arte , brother of th e firstc on su l . Lu c ien w a s a p atron of l iteratu re ,

an d a t on c e obtain ed for B éra n g er a n

al lowan ce from th e In st itu te . Th e fortu n es of th e p oet n ow t ook a n ew tu rn ,a n d in

48 SONG S OF T IIE AFFECTIONS .

1 809 h e obtain ed a n app oin tm en t c on n e c te d w i th th e Un i v ersity,w h ich h e he ld for

tw e l v e years. H is salary n ev e r exc eede d fra n c s bu t a s h is habits w ereextrem e ly s im p le this w a s a l l h e requ ired, a n d h is n atu ral lov e o f in dep en den c ep rev en ted h im from sol ic it in g p rom ot i on .

I n 1 8 1 3 h e gain ed adm ission to th e Ca r ea u on th e stren g th of two of h is m ost popula rsongs

,Les Gueux a n d Les I fnfi d el i tés d e Li sette, a n d n ow distin gu ished h im se lf abov e th e

re st o f th e m em be rs by those in im itable songs,i n w hich hearty good -hu m ou r a n d a

frank sp irit o f in dep en den c e alm ost c om p en sate for v e ry lax m oral ity. A s y e t h i s

p rin c ipal them es of son g w ere th e joys o f th e bot tle,a n d th e char m s of th e Gr isette !

though h e gav e sign s of h i s fu tu re p ol itic al ten den cy by tw o of h i s m ost p opu lar son gs,Le Sc’n a teu r a n d Le Ro i d

’

Yr etot.

I t w a s after th e Re stora t ion that h e assu m ed that in d ign an t ton e , in w hich h een deav ou red to st im u late th e hatred o f th e m asse s again st th e Cou rt, th e aristoc racy,a n d th e fore ign ers w h o had brought back th e Bou rbon s . Through th e fre edom o f th e

son gs which h e n ow w rote,h e n o t on ly l ost h is situ at ion ,

b u t w as su bjec ted to a heavyfi n e a n d thre e m on ths’ im p rison m en t . This pu n ishm en t on ly serv ed to in c re ase h isau dac ity. When th e term of h i s im pr ison m e n t had exp ired, h e agai n shon e forth a sth e dem oc rat ic p oet p a r excellm ce

,a n d th e p rofan ity o f o n e of h is son gs (Le bon D ieu)

fu r nish in g a p re text for p rose cu t ion , h e w a s again sen t t o p rison i n Dec em ber, 1 828,h is t e rm of c on fin em en t on thi s oc casion be in g n in e m on thsTh e rev olu t ion of Ju ly n o t on ly pu t a n en d to th e p ersec u tion s of th e p oet , bu t

op en ed a p ath to fortu n e . How e v er, that lov e o f in dep en den c e . w hi ch is h i s n oblestcharac te r ist ic

, w ou ld n o t al low h im to ac c ep t a n y p lac e e v e n u n de r a frien d ly gov e rnm en t . H e s t ill c on t in u ed to p ubl ish h is son gs

,a n d ev en ,

when afte r th e re v olu t ionof 1 848 h e w a s e le c ted a m em ber o f th e Con st itu en t Asse m bly, by m ore thanv otes , h e resign ed h is hon ou rs a s sp eedi ly a s p ossible .

A s a. happy app earan c e o f sp on tan e ity c on st itu tes on e o f th e p r in c ip al charm s ofB é r an g er

’

s p oem s, th e followi n g rem arks by M . D e st ig n y ,

w h o h as w ritten a t ole rablye laborate ar tic le on th e p oet in th e “ Ne n v e l le Biographie Un iv erse l le , w i l l p robablysu rp rise those w h o im agin e that easy reading i s a n in dicat ion o f easy w ritingBeran ger p rodu c es n othin g a t th e first im pu lse . o r a s th e resu l t o f a happy i n sp i

rat ion . H e broods ov e r h i s thoughts,m atu res them ,

an alyse s them ,a n d c on n e c ts

them be fore h e c asts them in to th e m ou ld which i s to giv e them the ir form . I t is n ot

un t il h e h as g ot th e en sem ble of h is w ork, that h e arrange s th e separate parts a n d pol ishesi t w ith that sc ru p u lou s c are a n d in im itable tac t w h ic h w e re em p loyed by B en v c n n toCe l lin i i n t h e carv ing of a c row n . Ev en i n h is m ost trifl in g son gs i t is im p oss ible todisc ov er a s in gle u se less ep ithe t o r forc ed expre ssion . H is style i s c lear, p re c ise , a n dp u re to a degr e e wh ich se ts a l l c r i t ic ism a t defian c e .

”

Th e abov e biography m a y app ear d isp r op or t io n a tc ly lon g bu t i t shou ld be born ei n m in d that B éra n g e r i s th e son g-w riter o f Fran c e p a r excellen ce, wh ile m an y au th orsn am ed i n th is c olle c tion a r e m en dist ingu ished a s au thors i n other bran ches o f l ite rat u re . Moreov er, there w il l b e fou n d frequ en t oc cas ion s to re fe r to th e p eriod s a t w h ic hth e d ifferen t son gs o f B é r a n g e r w ere w r it te n

,fo r the re is n o p oe t whose w ords hav e a

m ore in t im ate c on n e c t ion w i th h is ow n w e i ld ly c on di tion a n d th e h istory of h isc ou n try .

SONGS DE' THE AFFE CTIONS . 49

THE STORM .

F AB RE D’

EGLAN TIN E—born 1 755, gu illot in ed 1 794.

Th e thu n der is awakin g ,I ts vo ic e is drawi n g n ear

Thy lover’ s right a rm takin g,

Com e h a sten w itho u t fear.An other step , a n o ther,There sta n ds m y c ottage hom e

,

My sister a n d m y m otherTo we lc om e u s have c om e .

A we lc om e,m other, give m e .

An d th en,m y sister

,too

A bride I ’v e brou ght,be l ieve m e

,

To pa ss th e n ight w ith y ou .

My love,th e fi r e w ill che er the e ,

Thy c lo the s w ill so on be dry,lWy sister w ill sit n e a r the e ,An d here th y sheep sha ll l i e .

Su re n ever flo ck w a s fa tterWe

’ll give them a ll ou r c a re ,An d cho ic est straw w e

’ll sc a tter

F o r this th y lam bkin fa ir.’Tis don e a n d n ow

,m y de are st ,

We’ll take ou r sea ts by the e

In stays h ow thou app ea r est

My m other, on ly see .

HE storm is ga therin g o’e r thee

,

Th e ra in i s fa ll in g fa st,

Qu ick,drive th y flo ck before thee

,

An d to m y c ottage ha steI hea r th e ra in—drops pa tte r,As on th e lea v e s they l ight !

Now c om e s th e thu n der’s c la tterN ow c om e th e fla she s bright .

50 SONGS OF THE AFFE CTIONS .

Thy pla ce for su ppe r take , love ,S it c lose beside m e— se

,

F or the e th e log sha ll m ake,l o v e

,

A bright a n d che erfu l glow .

In va in th e m ilk in v i tes the e,

No app et ite ha st th en ,

Th e thu n de r still a ffrights the e ,Or thou a rt we ary n ow .

I s’t so ? th y c ou ch i s thi s

,d ea r

,

Where thou t il l dawn sha lt re stB u t let on e l ovin g kiss, dea r,Upon th y lips b e p r ess

’d .

An d d o n ot let th y cheek , lov e ,B e thu s w ith blu shes dyed

At n oon‘

th y sire I ’ll seek,lo v e ,

An d c la im the e for m y bride .

F ew w ou ld rec ogn ise th e san gu in ary re v olu t ion ist F ab r c d ’

Eg la n t in c i n th e abov esim p le p astoral . H e w a s also c e lebrated a s a dram at ist

,a n d h is c om edy Le Ph il in te

d o l\Iol ier c is gen eral ly c on tain ed i n c ol le c t ion s o f c lassical Fren ch p lays .

LOVE .

Th e CII B YALIEP. D i : BOUF F LERS—bOl ‘n 1 737 , d ied 1 81 5 .

Yo UN G Love i s a de c e itfu l child,

My m o ther says to m e,

Althou gh h is a spe ct is so m ild,

A very sn ake is h e .

B u t I a m c u riou s,a fter a l l

,

To kn ow h ow on e wh o i s so sm a l l

S o terrible c an be .

“1 th pre tty Chlo e , ye sterdayA swa in I cha n c ed to se e

Su ch soft,swe et words I hea rd h im

Sin c ere h e su re m u st be .

A little god I he ard h im n am e ,

A n d a h i t wa s th e very sa m e

My m o ther n a m ed t o m e .


52 SONGS o r TIIE a r r n e r roxs.

Then a l l thou ghts o f flight w ere over,

F o r h e l oved h is p la c e so w e l l

That h e c ea sed to be a rover,

An d rem a in ed a sen t in el .

Th is m ay b e dated 1 769.

THE ROSE .

(LA ROSE . )

G ENTIL BERNARD—born 1 7 1 0, died 1 7 7 5 .

On you n g Chlo e ’s brea st exp irin g ,Le t i t be th y thron e an d tom b

,

I n o o ther lot de sirin gSha l l b e j ea lou s o f th y do om .

Te a ch h e r to give u p h er a rm s

To th e god whose p ow er is kn own ,

Sin gin g th y exp iri n g cha rm s,

Let h e r le a rn to u se h e r own .

ENDER o ffsprin g o f Au rora,

Zephyr’s fa v ’

r ite,love ly Rose

,

S o v ’r e ign o f th e re alm s of Flora

,

Ha ste th y beau ties to disclo se .

N ay , a la s— what have I sa id

Stay awhile,—th e very d ay

That beho lds th y charm s d isp lay’d

,

Also sees them fade away.

An d a flow er,n ewly blowin g

,

I s you n g Chlo e,l ike to the e

Bo th a r e n ow w ith beau ty glowin g,

Sho r t-lived both a r e doom ’d to be .

From th y sta lk a t o n c e c om e d own,

Let h er in th y hu e s be d r ess’d

Of a ll fl ow ’r s thou ar t th e c rown

,

Also be th e happ ie st .

SONG S o r THE a r r s e r ros s. 53

ORIGINAL.

TENDRE fru it d es fl eu r s d e l ’au ror e,

Obje t d es ba isers du ze’

phyr,Rein e d e l ’em p ire d e Flore ,Hate -to i d e t ’ep an ou ir .

Qu e di s—je , he la s, di fl'

er e en c ore,

D iffer e u n m om en t a t ’ou v r ir,

Le jour qu i do it te fa ire éc loreEst c elu i qu i do it te fle

’

tr ir .

Pa lm ir e e st u n e fl eu r n ou ve lle

Qu i do it su bir la m em e lo i

Ro se,tu do is briller c om m e e lle

,

Elle do it pa sser c om m e to i .

De sc e n ds d e la t ige ép in eu se ,Vien s la parer d e te s c ou leur s

Tu do is etre la p lu s heu reu se ,Com m e la p lu s belle d es fl eu r s.

V a,m eu rs su r l e se in d e Pa lm ir e

,

Qu ’il so it ton tron e e t ton tom be au,

Ja lou x d e ton sort, je n

’

a sp ir e

Ou’a u bon heu r d ’

u n tre’

pa s si bea n .

Qu’en fln e l le ren de les a rm e s

Au dieu qu i form a n os l ien s,

Et qu ’en voyan t p érir tes charm e s

,

Elle appren n e a jou ir d e s sien s. (bis )

Pierre J oseph Bern ard, c om p l im en ted byVoltaire w ith th e app e llat ion of Gen til , ’wh ich h a s bec om e a p art of h i s n am e

, gain ed a n im m en se repu tation by h is l ightp oe try in th e re ign o f Lou is XV . , a n d w a s esp ec ially p atron ised by Mad. Pom padou r.H is l on g p oem L

’

A r t d’

a im er,

”w hich c reated a great sen sat ion when read in th e

fashion able c irc les of th e day, san k i n pub l i c Op in ion a s soon a s i t w a s p rin ted.

SONG S OF THE AFFE CTIONS .

THE LOVE OF AN NETTE FOR LUBIN .

(L’AMOUR D ’ANNETTE POUR LUBIN . )

PAVART—born 1 7 1 0, d ied 1 792.

Thin e a c c en ts se em to tou chMy sou l

,a s w ith a cha rm .

Thy w ords I love so m u ch,

They se em m y heart to wa rm .

Apart from the e I fe e lA blan k throu gh ev’ry d a y .

W ill n ou ght thi s a n g uish he a lN ou ght drive this love away

Th e fl ow ’r s th y de a r ha n d giv es

With fon d de light I w ea rAt ev e thou p lu ck

’st the ir le a v e s

To m ake m e p erfu m e s rare .

An n ette th ou se e k’st to ple a se ,

T hy c are sh e w ou ld repayB u t a h — wha t pa in s a r e the se

,

An d wha t c a n hea l them, pray

Charles S im on F a v a r t w a s on e o f th e e arl iest p oe ts of Fren ch Com ic Opera , w h o

s till liv es i n th e n am e gi v e n to th e e dific e of th e Op era Com iqu e a t Paris . An n ette ct

Lu bin,a n opera from wh ich th e abov e son g is taken , wa s on e of th e m ost p opu lar of

h i sw orks.

HOUGH you n g, a n d y e t u n ta u ght ,N ew fe e l in gs sway m e n ow

Thi s lov e , I n ever sou ghtI t c am e

,I kn ow n ot h ow .

Un kn own i ts n am e h a s be e nUn t il this fa ta l d ay

IVh en w e to love begin,

To love a r e w e a prey ?

SONG S OF T I IE AFFECT IONS .

MY NORMAN DY.

WHEN glo om y w in ter takes h is flight,

When a l l begin s to blo om an ew,

An d when th e su n w ith softest l ightRe tu rn s to d e ck ou r sk y so blu e !

An d when th e swa llows w e c an se e,

An d when fre sh gre en o’e r spr ea d s th e e arth

,

I lon g for m y own N orm an dy,

F o r that ’s th e lan d tha t gave m e birth .

Am on g th e gla c iers I have been,

Where from th e va l e th e chal et p eers,Th e sk y o f Ita ly I ’v e se en

,

An d Ven ic e w ith h er gon do liers.

An d,le avin g a l l

,I ’v e sa id To m e

There isr

Nou ght c an exce l m y Norm an dy,

F o r that ’s th e lan d that gave m e birth .

5

56 SONGS o r TIIE AFFE CTIONS .

Th e l ife of m a n a p eriod kn owsWhen ev’ry you thfu l d rea m m u st c e ase

,

When th e t ired sou l de sire s repose ,An d in rem em bra n c e fin ds its p ea c e .

Wh en du ll a n d c o ld m y m u se sha ll b e ,An d en d h er son gs of love a n d m irth

,

Oh, then I’l l se ek m y N o rm an dy

F o r that ’s th e la n d tha t gave m e birth .

ORIGINAL.

QUAND tou t r en a i t a l ’e spera n c e ,Et qu e l

’h iv er fu it lo in d e n ou s,

Sou s le beau c ie l d e n otre Fran c e ,Qu an d le sole il re v ie n t p lu s do u x.

Qu an d la n a tu r e e st reverdie ,Qu an d l ’h ir o n d e lle e st d e re tou r

,

J ’a im e a revo ir m a No rm an d ie

,

C’e st le pays qu i m

’a do n n é le j our .

J’a i v u les cham ps d e l

’ H e l v étie,

Et c e s ch e‘

de ts e t c es gla c iers.

J’a i v u le c ie l d e l ’ Ita l ic

,

Et Ven ise e t se s go n do liers.

En sa lu an t chaqu e pa trie ,Je m e disa is Au cu n séjou r

N’e st plu s bea u qu e m a N o r m a n d ie

,


’a don n é le jou r.

I l e st u m age da n s la v ie

Oil chaqu e reve do it fi n ir,

Un ag e on l’a m e re cu e il lie

A be so in d e se so uven i r.Lorsqu e m a m use re fro idieAu ra fin i se s chan ts d ’

am ou r,J’ir a i revo ir m a N o rm a n d ie

,


’a d on n é lo j o u r .

Th e air to th e abov e w ord s, which a few years ago w as alm ost as popu larEnglan d a s in Fran ce

,w as c om posr d by th e au tho r F reder ic Derat.

SONGS OF THE a r r n e r ron s . 57

THE PORTRAIT.

(LE PORTRAIT . )

DEAR po rtra it o f a form tha t I a dore ,De a r p ledge , whi ch love wa s happy to obta in

,

What I have lo st,Oh

,bri n g to m e aga in

I n see in g the e I fe e l I live o n c e m ore .

Here is h e r look,h er fran k a n d w in n in g a ir

With h er loved fe a tu re s so a d o r n’d thou a r t

,

Tha t I c a n gladly pre ss the e t o m y heartAn d thin k it i s herse lf I ’m pre ssin g there .

B u t n o,

- h e r l ivin g cha r m s thou ca n’st n ot show

,

Thou w itn e ss of m y sorrow s,m u te an d dead

Re c a ll in g p lea su res tha t , a la s have fl ed,

Thou m ak’st m y tears, thou cru e l p ortra it, fl ow .

N ay , of m y ha sty la n gu age I repe n t ,Pa rdon th e ravin gs o f m y hea r t

’s di stre ss

,

Dea r portra it , thou gh thou a rt n ot happ in ess,I ts im age to m y sou l thou c an

’st presen t .

ORIGINAL.

PORTRAIT cha rm an t, po rtra it d e m o n am ie

,

Gage d’am ou r, pa r l

’a m ou r Obt en u

,

Ah vien s m’ofl

'

r ir le bien qu e j’a i p erdu ,

Te vo ir en c ore m e r ape lle a la v i e . (bis )

Ou i,les vo ila c e s tra its

,c es tra its qu e j

’a im e

Son dou x rega rd , son m a in t ien,sa c a n deu r.

Lorsqu e m a m a in te pre sse su r m on c oeu r,

J e er o is en c ore la pre sser e lle -m em e .

N on,tu n

’a s pas pou r m o i le s m em e s cha rm es

,

Mu et t ém o in d e m e s ten dr e s sou p irsEn r etr aean t n os fu gitifs pla isirs,

Cru e l po r tra it , tu fa is c ou le r m e s lagm e s.


Pardon n e—m o i ee t in j u ste lan gage,

Pardon n e a u x cris d e m a vive dou leu rPortra it cha rm an t

,tu n

’e s p a s l e bon heu r,

Ma is bien sou ven t tu m’en ofl

'

r es l ’im age . (bi s )

Th e air to these w ords , w h ich a r e an on ym ou s, an d bear th e date of 1 81 4, w a sp layed a few years ago by e v ery barre l -organ i n th e Lon don stree ts .

ELVIRA’S CASTLE \VALL.

(LE CHATEAU D’

ELV I RE )

An on ym ou s .

EN EATH Elvi ra ’s c a stle w a ll

,

A trou badou r,whose tu n efu l strin gs

Ar e m o isten’d by th e tears tha t fa l l

Thu s o f h is a n gui sh sadly sin gsWhen a t th e t ou rn ey thou didst reign

,

A qu een a l l riva ls fa r above,

I fe lt in differen c e wa s va in,

An d then I first began to love .

A harm le ss w ish in sp ired m y,he a rt .

I m ere ly lon g’d th y form to se e

Why wilt thou - cru e l a s thou a r t

From m y adorin g gla n c es fl e eN 0 law of thin e I ever broke

,

Let m y re spe ct th y p ity m ove,

If on c e too he edlessly I sp oke ,’Twa s on ly o n c e I to ld m y love .

Th e torch o f life is flicke ri n g fa st,

An d soon m ethin ks ’twi l l c ea se to bu rn

A gla n ce u pon m y tom b thou’lt c a st

,

My poor rem a in s thou w ilt n o t spu m .

Thou ’lt m u rm ur in th y swe etest ton e

,

An d e cho es to soft a n sw ers m oveTh e troubadou r ben ea th this ston eLoved

.p age. ani es lx

'

onse rsovlfii ieYa l a m


CO SONGS OF T HE AFFE CTIONS .

W e sha ll n ot ha v e those fo ol ish days aga inNVh en ou r two de st in ies were on e

,

Those days so fra u ght w ith plea su re a n d w ith pa in ,Those days o f m i n gled ra in a n d su n .

I som ehow think,m y a n c ien t fr ien d

,

Un to a c oatle ss rea lm I goYet w a it awhile

,toge ther w e w ill e n d

,

My good o ld c oa t— w e’ll n ever p art— oh n o

Th is song be lon gs to th e sam e p eriod as Les Infldel i tés de Lisette.

EMMA’S TOMB.

(LE TOM B E AU D ’EMMA . )

PARN Y—bom 1 742, died 1 81 4.

AWAKE,m y verse , so le c om fort of m y woe ,

An d w ith m y-tears o f sorrow freely fl ow .

My Em m a’s sol itary tom b i s here

,

Within thi s restin g-

pla c e h e r virtu es sleep ,

Like light ’n in g,kin dled bu t to disappea r,

Didst thou o’er e a rth

,beloved Em m a

,swe ep

I saw dea th flin g its som bre,su dden shade

Over th e su n n y m orn in g o f th y d aysThin e eyes u nwi llin g se eem

’d to qu en ch the ir rays

,

An d slowly c ou ld I see the ir lu stre fade .

Th e you thfu l thron g,

- tha t va i n a n d em pty crowd,

Wh o on h er w il l like worshippers wou ld han g,An d hym n h er be au ty fo rth in pra ises loud ,Cou ld see h er d ie withou t a sin gle p an g.

When the ir de a r be n efa ctress they h a d lost,

N ot e’en th e poor, to whom sh e wa s so kin d

,

Within the ir hea rts a sin gle sigh c ou ld fin d,

With which to sile n c e h er c om p la in i n g ghost .

P e rfidi ou s frien dship , w ith its sm il in g fa c e,

N ow la u ghs a s lou dly a s it la u gh’d be fore

Th e dyin g im age i t c ou ld soon c fi'

a c e,

An d for a pa ssin g hou r i ts m ou rn in g wore .

SONGS OF THE AFFE CTIONS . 6 1

Upon this earth th y m em’ry l iveth n ot

,

Thy ten der con stan cy n o m ore they prize ,B u t from th y tom b they c o ldly tu rn the ir eyes

Thy very n am e i s by th e world forgot .

Love,love a lon e i s fa ithfu l to its gr ie f,

N ot even Tim e c a n te a ch it to forgetWithin th e shade s o f d e a th i t se eks rel ie f

,

An d fin ds in c essa n t sighs to m ou rn the e y e t .

I c om e,e r e m orn in g breaks

,m y tears to shed

,

My pa in grows m ore in ten se in day’s fu l l l ight,

I w e ep am id th e silen c e o f th e n i ght,

An d I am we epin g still when n ight h a s fl ed .

Awake,m y verse , so le c om fo rt of m y wo e ,

An d w ith m y tears o f sorrow free ly fl ow .

Th e Chev al ier Ev ariste d e F arn y, thou gh h is n am e i s ren de red in fam ou s by th eau thorsh ip of th e obsc en e an d blasphem ou s p oem La Gu er r e d e D i eux,

holds a h igh ran kam on g th e p oets of Beran ger’s you thfu l p eriod . Beran ger h a s hon ou red h is m em oryw ith a son g, an d th e e l egan c e of h i s c lass ical c om posi tion S ' h as obtain ed for h im th e

n am e of th e Fren ch T ibu llu s .

”

MARIE’S DREAM.

(LE REVE DE MAIRE . )

G . LEMOINE .

AN D y ou w ou ld qu it,Ma rie ,

You r m othe r dear,

An d Pa ris y ou w ou ld se e,

While sh e w e ep s here .

Ye t stay awhile,oh stay

,

You n ee d n o t go t il l m orn in g breaks,

Sleep here u n til th e d ayWithin m y a rm s m y child aw akes .

’Tis be tter, p oor Ma r ie

,

To pa u se a s y e t

F or a ll a t Pa ris,they te l l m e

,

The ir G od forget .

Percha n c e, y ou m ay , m y p oor Ma rie

,

You r m other a n d you r God forget .

”


Th e girl i s sin kin g n ow

In dre am s o f bliss,

Up on h er m o the r’ s browSh e prin ts a kiss.

B u t even while sh e sle ep s,

Th e wa tchfu l m other still sh e hears,

Wh o by h er bedside w e eps,An d so ftly whi sp ers throu gh h er tear sTis bette r

, poor Marie, &c .

Sh e le a v es h er n a tiv e hom e

With w e ep in g eye s,

To Pa ris sh e h a s com e,

Oh bright su rpriseThere a l l appears to tra c eI n l in e s o f go ld h er fu tu re lo t

,

An d da zzl in g dre am s c fi'

a c e

Th e im age o f h er hu m ble c ot,

Tis be tter, poor Marie

,&c .

”

He ave n,when two years have pa st ,

Bids h e r re tu rn,

To h er Savoy a t la st

Sh e c om es— to m ou rn .

Therese,—oh happy d ay ,

My brother too I se e .

An d where ’s m y m other

, praySh e died throu gh losin g th e

At on c e th e vision fl ed

Sh e sle eps n o m oreTh e w a tchfu l m o ther a t h e r bed ,Sits a s before

Sh e cries N 0 Pa ris n ow fo r m e,

H e r eye s w ith tea rs o f joy a r e w e t

F o r then , p e rhap s, you r poor Ma rieH e r hom e a n d m other m ight forget .

SONGS OF TIIE AFFE CTIONS .

REMIN ISCENCES.

(LES SOUVENIRS . )

CHATEAUB RI AN D—born 1 769, died 1 848 .

Childhood’s hom e— tha t ple a san t spotBy m e c a n n eve r be forgo tH ow happy, sister

,then app ea r

’d

Ou r c ou n try’s lot,

Oh,Fr an c e to m e be stil l en d e a r ’

d,

B e still revered .

Ou r m other’s form r em em ber ’st thouI se e h e r by th e chi m n ey n ow

,

Where o ft sh e c la sp’d u s to h e r bre a st ,

Whil e on h er browOu r lips th e White lo cks fon dly pr e ss

’d

Then were w e ble ss’d

63

6 -1 S ONGS OF THE AFFE CTIONS .

An d,sister

,thou r em em be r’st y e t

Th e c a stle,which th e stream wou ld w e t

An d tha t stra n ge Moorish tower,so o ld ,

Thou ’lt n ot forge tH ow from its be ll th e de ep sou n d r oll

’d,

An d d ay foretold .

Rem em ber ’st thou th e lake ’s c a lm blu e

Th e swa l low br ush’d i t a s h e fl ew

H ow w ith th e reeds th e breezes pla y’d

Th e even in g h u elV ith which th e wa ters br ight were m ade

I n gold a r ray’d .

On e im age m ore— of a l l th e be stTh e m a id

,whom to m y hea rt I pr e ss

’d,

As, you thfu l lovers w e wou ld stray

,

I n m om en ts ble st,

Abou t th e '

w ood for w ild flowers g ayPa st

, pa st away

Oh ! give m y He len ba ck to m e,

My m ou n ta in a n d m y o ld o a k treeI m ou rn the ir lo ss

,I fe el h ow dre a r

My l ife m u st b e

B u t,Fra n c e to m e thou w ilt appea rF or ever dea r.

Th e n am e of Fran cois Au gu ste , Viscou n t d e Chateau brian d, n eeds n o c om m en t . Iis n ot on h is son gs that h is c e lebrity dep en d s, bu t Les Sou ve ni r s deserv es a place i ne v ery collec t ion of Fr en ch p oe try.

so r e s o r TH E AFFECTIONS . 65

THE WOODLAN D FLOWER.

(PETITE FLEUR DES BOIS . )

EM ILE BARATEAU .

Thy sim ple lovel in essN o gau dy c olou r shows

,

B u t y et tru e ple a su r e glowsFrom th y white spo tle ss dress.

My l ip I w ou ld in cl in eUn to th y c u p di vin e ,

Kn ow in g tha t n ou ght i s thereTo c au se a sin gle te ar.Th ou little woodlan d flower, (ir e .

In to a r ay of flam e

Ou r m u tu a l love we bin d,

Then in m y sou l I fin d

Our pl ea sur es ar e th e sam e .

I love th e bir ds tha t sin g,

Th e shade th e bran che s flin g,

Th e golden -win ged fly,

As, plea sed h e sprin gs on high .

Ea ch fa ir on e seem s to bea rA n am e of pow

’r div in e ,

An d su ch a charm is thin eThou m a k ’

st m e hold thee dear

H OU l ittle w o odlan d flowerW h o a lways a rt c on c ea l ’d

,

Throu gh fore st an d throu ghI’v e sou ght thee m a n y an hou r

,

That I m ight have th e pow’r

This sim p le tru th to te llIn deed

,I love the e w e l l

,

Thou l ittle w oodlan d flower.


F or thee I fon dly se ek,

To the e m y griefs I sp eak ,An d say , Oh

,c om e to m e

,

An d let m e doa t on the e .

”

Thou little wo odla n d flower, &c .

M . Em ile Barate au is on e o f th e m ost p rol ific o f m ode rn son g-w r iters, an d La p rl a’

te

fleu r ( les B ois is on e of th e m ost p opu lar o f h is p rodu c t ion s.

GOD PROTECT YOU '

(A LA GRACE DE DIEU . )

G . LEMO INE.

Shou ld I n e ’e r se e you r fa c e aga in

Th e hou r h a s c om e,a n d y ou m u st g o ,

While you r p oor m o ther se eks in va inF or stren gth h e r blessin g to be stow .

Oh pray to G od in fore ign c li i n es,

An d H e will a ll you r labours ble ss ,An d on you r m othe r thin k som etim e s

,

Th e thought w ill give y ou happ in e ss.

My child,Adieu

,adieu

,

M a y G od above w a tch over y ou 3

Away th e lowly exil e w e n tTo toil ben ea th a n other sk y ,

Th e m o ther,on h e r form in ten t,

Fo ll ow ’d th e w an d’rer with h e r e v e !

ow from ou r hil ls y ou m u st departAn d wa n der throu gh a world to o w ide

,

Torn from you r ten de r m other’s heart,

Wh o c an n o lon ger be you r gu ide .

Pa risia n s, y ou ou r children ke epB estow

’d on y ou by heaven

’s han d

,

W e po or Savoya rd m others w eep ,B u t sen d them from the ir n a tive lan d .

Say in g Adieu,a dieu

,

M a y G od abo v e wat ch o v er y ou


(58 SONGS OF TIIE AFFE CTIONS .

ALFRED’S TOMB.

(LE TOMBEAU D’

ALFRED . )

An on ym ou s .

N IGHT o ’e r th e fa c e o f e a rth w a s spread ,

B u t stil l Elvira sleeple ss layt i le in soft whispers n ea r h e r led

,

A vo ice c om pla in in g se em’d to sa y

I t wa s th y c o ldn e ss se a l ’d m y do om ,

B u t dea th from the e w a s su re ly sw e et

Thre e days w ill p a ss, a n d in h is tom bThy sl ighted Alfred thou w ilt m e e t .

”

Th e m orn in g n ow w a s br ight a n d c le ar,

B u t though th e pha n tom sh u n n’d th e d ay ,

Elv ira fa n c ied sh e c ou ld hea rTh e m u rm u rs a s they pa ss

’d away.

Sh e shran k from th e im p en din g do om ,

An d trem blin g sh e woul d o ft repea t ,Thr ee days w il l pa ss, a n d in h is tom bTh e slighted Alfre d I sha ll m e e t .

”

A fever bu rn in g like a fla m e

Upon Elv ira’s vita ls pr ey

’d,

An d then a fe arfu l vision c am e,

Sh e thought it c a l l ’d h e r— a n d obey’d .

To hapless Alfred’s tom b sh e wen t

,

Th e c lo ck stru ck twe lve,— h e r tott

’r in g

F a il’d— sh e

,th e fa ir in differen t

,

H as go n e a t la st h e r love to m e et .

This son g i s e v id e n t ly a sc qu c l to“ Le Chateau El v ire (see p . an d wa s

w ritten to th e sam e air.

SONGS OF / T IIE AFFE CTION S .

(L’

H IRON DELLE ET LE PROSCRIT

HY ,fe ath er’ d w an derer

,wh y

this ha sty flightCom e

,swa llow ,

re st awhile a n d perch by m e

Why dost thou fly m e thu s when I in v iteKn ow

’st n ot I am a fore ign er like thee

Perhaps, a la s from th y dea r n a tive hom e,

A c r u e l fa te h a s driven the e l ike m e .

Com e,bu ild th y n e st ben ea th m y w in dow ,

c om e

Kn ow’st n ot I am a traveller l ike the e

Both in this de sert,Fa te c om m an ds to dwe ll

Dear swa llow,d o n ot fea r to rest by m e

If thou c om pla in est , I c om pla in a s we ll

Kn ow’st n ot I am an exile e

’en like the e 2

B u t when th e sprin g retu rn s w ith sm ile so sweet ,

Then m y a sylu m thou w ilt qu it,a n d m e

Then w ilt thou go , th e Zephyr’s lan d to greet

Ala s,a la s I c a n n ot fly like thee .

7 0 sex e s o r THE a r r xe r roxs .

Th e c ou n try of th y birth thou then w il t fi n d,

Th e n est of th y fi rst love bu t a s for m e,

Th e cha in s of d est in y so firm ly bin d,

To m e belon gs c om passion ,n ot to the e .

ORIGINAL.

POURQUO I m e fu ir, pa ssager e hiron de lle ,

Ah vien s fixer ton v o l au pres d e m o i .

Pou rqu o i m e fu ir lorsqu e m a vo ix t ’appel le ,N e su is-je pa s étran ger c om m e t o i . (bi s. )

Peu t -etre,hél a s (l e s lieu x qu i t

’o n t v u n a i tr e

,

Um sort cru e l te cha sse a in si qu e m o i

Vien s deponi

er ton n id sou s m a fe n etre,

N e su is-je p a s voyageu r c om m e to i . ( bis )

Da n s c e dese r t,le de stin n ou s ra ssem ble

,

V a,n o cra in s pa s d e re ster ave c m o i

,

Si tu g e’

m is,n ou s gém iron s en sem bl e

,

N e su is-je pa s exile c om m e to i . (bis )

Qu an d l e pr in tem s revien dr a te sou rire,

Tu qu ittera s e t m on°

a si le e t m o i

Tu volera s a u pays du ZephireN e pu is-je , héla s y vo ler c om m e to i . (bis )

Tu reverra s ta prem iere pa tr ie ,Le prem ier n id d e te s am ou rs e t m o i

,

U n sort c ru e l c on fin e i c i m a v i e

N e su is-je pa s plu s a p la in dre qu e t o i (bi s )

This beau tifu l son g, wh ich i s dated 1 81 9, is p u bl ished w ith th e n a m e o f F oug as a s

i ts au th or . How e v er, ac c ording to MM. Du m e r san a n d Segu r, th is i s m ere ly a nom

d e gu cr r c, u n der wh ich a v ery c elebrated p oe t is c on c ealed .

wa r : o r b u r l w x'

m que. e m n o !” 7 2m u m !

33‘s ! ) tu li l v ll i m u u za l ! m zlrz m d h

sexe s o r THE AFFE CTIONS . 7 1

THE FALL o r THE LEAF.

(LUCY, o f! LA CHUTE DES FEUILLES . )

EMILE BARATEAU .

’TWAS a t th e t im e when su m m er flowers de cay,

An d leave s fa ll trem bl in g from th e trees,

Tha t Lu cy’s m other,i ll a t e a se

,

Thu s heard h e r da u ghter,fon dly dream i n g, say

Yes,dea re st m other

,I sha ll be h i s w ife ,

An d to hi s happ in ess devote m y l ife ,An d I a m you n g

,dea r m other

, y ou kn ow we ll

B u t down,a -down

,th e sere leaves fe ll .

Ala s,h ow dista n t seem s th e weddi n g-day ,

Wh en I th e rin g o f gold sha ll w ea r,

An d j oyfu lly e n wrea th m y ha irWith th e se white o ra n ge -flowe r s tha t bride s a rra y.

Then I,th y dau ghter, h e , th y son w il l be

Un i ted in o n e ten dern ess for theeToge ther in su ch happ in ess we

’ll dwellB u t down

,a -down

,th e sere leaves fe l l .

Then in th e w in ter,m other

,a t th e ba l l

,

I s sh e n o t love ly a l l w ill sayMy m other

,d o n ot w e ep , I pray

I ’m we ll,qu ite we l l

,w h y le t th e se tea r-drops

Ye s,I am be tter— ba n ish a ll th y fe ars,

In de ed,in de ed

,there i s n o c au se fo r tears

With c erta in hope I fe e l m y bo som swe l l

B u t down,a -down

,th e sere le ave s fe ll .

A m on th h a d pa st , an d Au tu m n n ow wa s gon e,

I saw a n ew -ere cted tom bWhich on th e va lley c a st a glo om

,

An d pla in ly read a n am e u pon th e ston e’Twas Lu cy’s n am e . Thin k what h er m other fe lt ,When h ow’d by heavy grief in prayer sh e kn e lt ,When heav en -tu r n

’d eyes h er an g ui sh to ld too well ,Oh then n o m ore th e sere leaves fe ll.


LIN ES TO MY GOD -DAUGHTER,AGED THREE

MONTHS.

(COUPLETS A MA FILLEULE . )

BERANGER.

You r n am e in frien dship I bestow ,

F or frien ds thi s post in frien dshi p giveI ’m n ot a m ighty lord— oh n o

Ye t I ’m a hon est m an,believe m e .

Before you r eyes n o glitterin g storeOf c ostly gi f ts c an I disp lay

St ill,dearest god - child

, w eep n o m ore,

F o r I m ay m ake y ou lau gh som e d ay .

Though even virtu e is c on fin edBy Fa te ’

s stern l aws, which sore oppress h e r ,G od -m a a n d I w il l bear in m in dOu r god

-child’s happ in e ss— God ble ss h erWhile w a n derin g on this ru gged shoreG ood he a rts shou ld n ever fee l dism ay

So,deare st god -child

,w eep n o m ore

,

F o r I m ay m ake y ou lau gh som e d ay .

Ye ars h en c e,upon you r weddi n g-d ay ,

N ew stor e o f son gs you ’ll fin d m e brin gin g,Un le ss I a m where good Co lléAn d stou t Pa n ard have le ft o ff singin g.

Ye t ’twou ld be hard to d ie before

A fea st where a l l w il l be so gay

My dearest g od -child we ep n o m ore ,I’ll m ake you laugh u pon th a t day .

PRETTY god -fa ther a m I,

You dou btl ess thin k ’tis a ll a blu n der

That su ch a cho ic e shoul d m ake y ou c ry ,In de ed

,m y child

,I d o n o t won der.

A table spread with sweetm ea ts o’er

Wou ld m u ch im prove m e,I dare say

Still,de a rest god -child

, we ep n o m ore,

F or I m ay m ake y ou l au gh som e d ay .

SONGS or THE AEEECTION S . 7 3

I MUST FORGET.

(FAUT L’

OUB LIER. )

NAUDET.

I MUST fo rget hi m , sa id Co let te,

No shepherd co u ld m ore fa ithless beH e leaves m e for a va in c oqu ette

,

An d v ow’d h e w ou ld love n on e bu t m e .

Ye happy hou rs o f love, adieu ,

Ye fa lse an d cru el o aths,farew e ll

,

Tha t m ade m e thin k h is he art wa s tru eNow n ou ght sha l l in m y m em

’ry dwe ll

I m u st forget .

I m u st forget h im — y es, bu t h ow ?’Tis Col in speaks in a ll I see

,

’Twa s here h e m ade h i s e a rliest v owBen eath th e bran ches o f thi s tre e .

’Twa s here h e saw m e ev’ry m orn ,An d here som et im es w ith ribbon s fin e

H e wou ld m y ru st ic c ro ok a dornB u t n ow Co lette a lon e m u st p in e

I m u st forget .

I m u st forge t , I m u st forget,

With heavy sighs sh e st ill woul d say ,

An d to repeat i t , poor Co letteWou ld rise before th e break of d ay .

An d th rou gh th e d ay , w ith whisper soft ,Th e o n e sad thou ght sh e wou ld r eveal ,

An d when sh e slept at n ight , sh e oft

Am id h er dream s woul d m u rm u r still ,“ I m u st forget .”

This p oem is dated 1 81 6.

7 4 se rve s o r THE AFFE CTIONS .

THE TURTLE DOVE .

(LA TOURTERELLE . )

EM ILE VARIN .

My gen tle fa v ’i i te

,m y c om pan ion dear,

We wan t fo r n othi n g,a n d I ten d the e

w e l l

W e love e a ch o the r, y e t ou r love is dr ear

Wha t m ake s u s thu s a -we a ry,ca n

’st thou te ll

Sprin g w ith h is sm ile so brightW e a t o u r w in dow see

,

Ou r sou ls w ith n ew de l ightCry , J oy , w e wa it fo r thee .

Tu rtle dove,(be .

Th e fore st tre es n ow pu t the ir fo liage on,

Th e a lm on d its n ew flow er begin s to w ea rThis gen ia l su n c ou ld a n im a te a ston e

,

When a ll i s j oyou s— wh y d o we despa ir lTwo he a rts tha t a r e a preyTo flam e s tha t n ou ght ca n still

,

Whe n a ll a ro u n d is ga y ,Ac c e ss o f torm e n t fe e l .

Tu rt le dove,&c .

Thou pe ck’st m y fin ger w ith th y pre tty beak

So ft is th y plum age,m ild tha t eye o f thin e

,

URTLE dov e,

Bird o f l ove,

A ll th y efforts a r e in va in,

Here thou m u st rem a in .

Thou gh th y w in gs th y prison bea t ,Echo on ly wi ll repea tThy sighs a n d m in e

Here m u st I p in eE

’en a s thou

,swe e t tu r tle d ove

,

Withou t love .



THE CASTLE.

CASTEL)

An on ym ou s .

\V 1 TH IN a c a stle,o ld a n d gray

,

You n g He rm a n n’s in fa n cy wa s past ,

W'

hile n a tu re,w ith h e r gen tle sway

,

To fa ir Am e l ia bou n d h im fa st .Abou t th e lon e ly spo t they str ay

’d

I n p ea c e wa s pa ss’d l ife ’

s e arly m orn’Twa s h ere the ir forefa thers w ere la id ,

’Twa s here the ir you thfu l love w a s bor n.

Th e vo ic e o f glo ry Herm a n n hears,

N 0 m ore a t hom e h e m u st rem a inTh e fa ir Am e l ia

,w ith h e r tears

,

Attem pts h er h e r e to reta in .

se ri e s o r THE AFFE CTIONS . 7 7

B u t va in ly h a s sh e w ept a n d pray’d

From that o ld c a stle h e is torn’Twa s there h is forefa thers w ere la id ,Twa s there h is e arly love wa s born .

You n g Herm an n l ie s u pon th e grou n d ,H is va lou r’s victim ,

soon h e fe l lAn d from h is l ips e sc ap e s a sou n dTh e n am e o f h er h e lov e s so w e ll .

H e thin ks hi s pa in s wou ld be a llay’ d

,

H e thin ks hi s sta te w ere less forlornIf c arr ied whe re h is sires w ere la id,An d where h i s you thfu l love wa s born .

On c e m ore Am el ia ’s for m is n ear

H e trie s to sp eak ,— bu t va in ly t r ie sH e fon dly c la sps tha t ha n d so dear

,

H e lays i t on hi s he art,

-h e dies.

Am e l ia se es h is bright ey e fade ,Sh e i s n ot d e st in ed lon g to m ou rn

They both a r e w ith the ir fa thers la id,

An d love exp ires where h e w a s born .

ORIGINAL.

UN c a ste ! d’an tiqu e stru ctu reV it l

’en fa n ce du j eu n e H erm an d

S on c oeu r, gu ide’

pa r la n a tu re,

Aim a it Adele en core en fa n tTou s deu x, dan s c es li eu x sol ita ires

,

Cou la ien t e n pa ix leu rs prem i ers jou rsC ’éta it le tom beau d e ses pere s,

Et le berc eau d e se s am ou rs.

Ma is bien tet la glo ire cr uelleAppe lle H erm an d

,i l fau t partir

Pa r se s la rm e s,la te n dre Adele

Espere en cor le re ten irIn u tile s pleu rs e t prieres,H erm an d ren on c e a ses be au x jou rsI l fu it le tom be au d e ses pere s,Et le berc e au d e se s a m ou rs.


Au x c om ba ts, trahi pa r se n zele,

Le brave H erm an d e st terra sséDa n s u n sou p ir, le n om d ’ AdeleEchappe a son c oeu r oppre ssé.S e s p e in es seron t m o in s am bre s

,

S’

i l p eu t seul em en t qu e lqu es j ou rsRevo ir le tom beau d e ses peres,Et le berc eau d e ses am ou rs .

Ar rive’ pres d e son am ie,

I l v eu t parler, m a is c’est en va in

I l veu t presser sa m a in chérie,

I l la presse , héla s i l s’e te in t .

Adele ferm e ses p au p ier es,La dou leu r t erm in e ses jou rsAu ssi le tom beau d e l eu rs peresEst le tom be au d e le u rs a m ou rs.

Th is son g, w ithou t n am e an d w ithou t date , seem s to be u n iv ersally kn ow n

Fran c e .

YOU LEFT US ONCE .

(DE MON VILLAGE ON N E v o rr PLUS PARIS . )

E . BARATEAU .

YOU qu i tted u s,n ow bitter tears y ou shed

Lea vin g a sa d rem em bra n c e o f th e pa st ,You r j oys

,l ike rap id m om en ts

,a ll ha v e fl ed

Th e j oys y ou fa n c ied w ou ld fo r ever la st .

Then c om e with m e,swe et m ou rn er

, c om e,

Forgotten le t th y sorrows beBe l ieve m e

,—from m y vill age -hom e

This Pa ri s w e c a n n e v er se e .

An d in you r r u stic gown o n c e m ore app ea r,That n e ckl a c e fo r you r c ro ss o f S ilv er le a v e

Ce a se a l l the se gau dy o r nam en ts to w ea r,

T hey w ill r epr o a ch y ou still,though I forgi v e .

The n c om e Wi th m e,Swe e t m om

‘

n e r,c om e

,&c .

SONG S OF THE AFFE CTIONS . 7 9

Oh,ha sten w ith m e to tha t happy spot ,

Where Childho od’s joys together w e have kn ownCom e se e m y m eadow green

,m y p lea san t c ot ,

Com e,— c ottage

,m e adow

,a ll shall be you r own .

Then c om e w ith m e,sweet m ou rn er, com e

, &c .

Th is son g i s dated 1 834.

HER NAME .

(SON N OM . )

G . LEMOINE .

HE n am e o f h e r whom I adoreWithi n m y bosom I c on cea l ,

I gu ard it a s a pre c iou s store,

An d n e’er m y happ in ess revea l .

Sa cred from cu riou s eye s I m u st

Pre serve tha t n am e,m y heart

’s

With it n o pap er da re I tr u st ,Tha t n am e on san d I m ay n ot wri te .

Th e bre eze I tru st n o t,that m ight bear

To other e a rs a n am e so sweet

N0 e cho m u st m y secret hear,

F o r e cho e s w ou ld th e n am e repeat .

Th e n am e of h er, (h e .

bo som w ith n ew thou ghts it fires,

While wh i sp’ri n g in i ts softest ton e

Thou gh a l l m y verse s i t in sp ire s,Tha t n am e rem a in s u n su n g a lon e .

B u t y et that n am e,whi ch n ou ght c an tell

I f sh e c am e n ear,Oh

,Sw e et su rprise

You so on,I fea r

,wou ld read it we l l

,

F or ’twou l d be written in m y eye s.

Th e n am e o f h er whom I a dore,

Wh i ch su ch hi gh raptu re m akes m e fee l,

Althou gh I gu ard it m ore an d m ore,

Will from its prison som et im e s stea l .

80 SONGS OF THE AFFECT IONS .

\Vhen som e swe et flower to u s i s dear,

W e fear that it w i ll pe i i sh soon

Tha t sa cred n am e I w ou ld n ot bear’Mid those wh o thron g th e light saloon .

Th e trea su re fo r m yself I keep ,I breathe it a t th e break o f d ay ,

I brea the it when I sin k to sle ep ,An d fee l it lu ll m y sou l away.

Th e n am e of h er whom I adoreI on ly to m y hea rt revea l ,

I g uard it a s a pre c iou s store,

An d ever will m y joy c on c ea l .

Dated 1 830.

FAREWELL.

(IL FAUT QUITTER CE QUE J’ADORE . )

He r r m AN N .

Som e d ay , u pon a dista n t shoreOf every hope a n d joy bereft,

Th e thought o f h e r I n ew adoreWil l be th e on ly so la c e left .

B ID farew e l l to a l l that ’s dea r,

With a ll m y happ in ess I partTo -d ay I st ill c a n se e thee n ea r

,

To -m orrow tea rs the e from m y heart.To -d ay m y p art in g w o rds re c e ive ,An d l et u s hea l a ll wou n ds to -d ay

B u t le t ou r love,whi le y et w e live ,

Ne’

e r from ou r m em ory pa ss away.

Oh d o n ot a l l thin e a n g uish Show,

G ive n o t fresh fo od to m y despa ir,Thy tea rs u n m an m e a s they flew

,

E ’en m y own g ri ef I sca rc e c an be ar.

B u t thou gh ou r hearts forget to grieve ,An d thi n k n o m ore o f thi s sad d ay ,

Still let ou r love , while y e t we live ,Ne

’e r from ou r m em ory pass away.

SONGS OF THE AFFE CTIONS . 8 1

So , com fort I sha ll y et re c e ive ,Whil e I repea t these Words ea ch d ay ,

Ou r love,m y dearest , while I l ive ,

Sha ll n e’er from m em ory pass away.

LOVE ME WELL.

(AIME MOI BIEN . )

E . GOLA .

Oh, lo v e m e,love m e

,- n ou ght have I

To che er m e in thi s world so dr earNo ten der m o ther’s hea rt is n i gh

,

N o sister,w ith a p ityin g tear.

Fri en ds, glory, pro sp e cts,— a ll a r e g e n e ,A hapless exile here I dwe l l

Nou ght have I , save th y love a lon e,

Then lo v e m e tru ly,— love m e we ll .

Oh, love m e,love m e

,—to repay

Thy love,m y li fe I

’ll dedic ate

,

Th e thou ghts o f ev’ry pa ssin g d ayTo the e a lon e I

’ll c on se crate .

I ’ll gu a rd the e w ith a pa ren t’s c are

,

Thy n am e sha l l by m y m oth ef s dwe ll ,An d wi th it rise in every prayerOh

,lov e m e tru ly

,— love m e well .

I ’ll love thee a s th e bee th e flowerI n which th e fragran t hon ey lies,

As n ight in gales th e even in g h ou r ,An d a s th e sta r adore s th e Skies.

H,love m e

,love m e

,I im plore ,

I have n o fa ith bu t in th y heartTh ou ha st th e ba lm to hea l th e soreI n m ercy

,love

,tha t ba lm im pa rt .

On e on ly stay on ea rth I fe e l,

Th e hop e which m ake s m y bosom swe ll

So,w ou ld’st th en se e m e l ivin g st ill

,

l Oh,love m e tru ly

,— love m e w e l l .


A gu ardia n -an ge l , I’ll wa t ch o

’e r

Thy Sou l,a n d eve ry ha rm repe l

B u t in retu r n I stil l im plore ,Oh, love m e tru ly

,— love m e w el l .

‘

Dated 1 838 .

THE MOTHER AT THE CRADLE.

(PRES D’

UN BERCEAU . )

N ETTEMEN I‘

.

THE fisherm an,a rou sed by m orn in g’s r ay ,

Ha st es to observe th e a sp e c t o f th e d ayHop in g tha t Heave n w ill gr a n t h i m bre ezes m ild

,

Thu s o f th y pro sp e cts d o I dream ,dear child .

Wha t fa te,sw e et a n ge l

,i s awarded the e

Wilt thou a m an o f p ea c e , o r wa rrior beA holy priest ,— th e idol o f a ba ll

,

A radian t p oet , —statesm an,— gen eral ?

B u t m ea nwhile,o n th y m other’s brea st

,

Thou blu e - eyed a n ge l,re st

,-oh rest

H e’s fo r a w a rr ior born ,

h is eye s pro c la im ,

An d I sha ll take prou d p lea su re in h i s fa m e

A sim pl e so ldier h e w il l so on adva n c eH e

’s n ow a gen era l

,Marsha l

,n ew

,o f Fran c e .

Where thicke st i s th e fight h e takes h i s p la c e ,Throu gh ra in in g bu llets shin es h is radia n t fa c eTh e fo em en fly ,

— th e vic tory i s won ,

Sou n d,tr um p ets, for th e vic tor i s m y son

B u t m ea n whi le,on th y m othe r ’s breast ,

Thou fu tu re gen era l,rest

,— oh rest

B u t n o t o o m u ch ’two u ld pa in th y m o ther ’s heart

If in war’s dre adfu l ga m e th e n too k’st a part

Oh,ra ther be th e tem ple th y abode ,

Whil e c a lm ly flow th y days before th y God .

B e th e n th e lam p , l it w ith th e a lta r’s light ,

Th e fra gra n t in cen se which th e seraphs bright



She ’s gon e , m y love ly m a id,

An d I am l eft to w eep ,My hea rt an d love a r e la idWithi n th e grave so deep .

ORIGINAL.

M A bel le am ie est m orte,

Je p leu rera i toujou rsDan s la tom be e ll e em por te

M on am e (bis) e t m es am ou r s .

Dan s le c ie l,sa n s m

’a tten d r e

,

Elle s’e n retou rn a ,

L’a n ge qu i l

’em m en a

N e vou lu t pa s m e pren dre .

M a bel le, &c .

La c olom be oubl iéePleu re e t son ge a l ’absen t .

M on fi m e pl eu re e t sen t

Qu ’el le e st dépare il lée .

M a bel le, (be .

Ah c om m e ell e éta it be lle ,Et c om m e je l

’a im a is

Je n’a im er a i j am a is

Un e fem m e au tan t qu’e l l c .

M a be lle am ie e st m orte ,Je p leu rera i tou jou rs

Da n s la tom be e lle em po r te

M e n am e (bis) e t m es am ou rs .

I t is scarc ely n ecessary to sta te that M . Th éoph i le Gau tier is on e of th ecelebrated poets an d W i ttiost fm i llcton istes of th e p resen t day.

SON G S o r TH E AF F ECT I ON S . 85

J ENNY L’

OUVRIERE .)

EM ILE BARATEAU .

to y on roof tha t hu m bleWin dow see

,

Where in th e sprin g-timsom e few flow ’

r ets growAm on g those flow

’r ets so on a

form w ill be,

With fl axen ha ir,a n d cheeks

wi th health tha t glow .

Clo se to y on roof that hu m blew in dow se e

, .

Where in th e sprin g-t imsom e few flow ’

r ets growJen n y

,th e sem pstress, c a lls that ga rden hers,

Jen n y,on hum ble m ean s c on ten t to l ive

Jen n y, wh o m ight be wea lthy,bu t prefers

What God is pleased to give .

A? l ittle bird withi n tha t gar den sin gs,

I ts n otes am on g th e le ave s you pla in ly hearTo h er su ch pleasu re that loved warblin g brin gs,I t serve s

,in du llest hou rs, h er heart to che er.

A li ttle bird w ithin that garden S in gs,

I ts n otes am on g th e leaves you p la in ly hearJ en n y th e sem pstress c al ls tha t son gster hers,Jen n y

,on hu m ble m ean s c on ten t to live

J en n y, wh o m ight be wea lthy,bu t prefers

fiWh at G od is pleased to give .

Upon th e po or sh e often will bestow ,

What Sh e h as hardly e arn’d—a m ite of food ,

8 6 SONG S OF THE AFFE CTION S .

When m is’ry pa sses in th e stre et be low

N o hu nger c an sh e fe el— sh e i s so good .

Upon th e po or sh e often w ill bestowWh at sh e h a s hardly e a rn

’d— a m ite of food

Jen n y th e sem p stre ss c a l ls thi s p lea su re he rs,Jen n y, on hu m ble m ea n s c on ten t t o l ive

,

Jen n y,wh o m ight be w ea lthy

,bu t prefers

Wha t G od is plea sed to give .

ORIGINAL.

VBYEZ la-hau t c e tte pa u vr e fen etre ,Ori du pri n tem ps se m on tren t qu e lqu es fl eu r sPa rm i c e s fleu r s vou s v e rre z appa r a itr eUn e en fa n t blon de a u x plu s fr a i ch e s c ou leu rsVoye z la-ha u t ce tte p au v re fen etre ,O il d u prin tem ps se m on tre n t qu e lqu es fl eu rsC’e st le jardin d e Jen n y l ’ou vr ier e ,Au c oeu r c on te n t

,c on ten t d e peu

Ell e pou rra it etre riche e t prefér e

Ce qu i lu i vien t d e Dieu (bis )

Dfi

zih s son j ardin,sou s la fl eu r par fum ée ,

En ten dez-v ou s u n o ise a u fa m ilier ?Qu a n d e l le e st t riste

,oh c ette vo ix a im ée

,

P a r u n dou x chan t su fli t pou r l’ég ay e r

Da n s son ja rdin,sou s la fl eu r pa rfu m ée ,

En ten de z-vou s 1m o isea u fam il ier ?C’e st le cha n te u r d e Je n n y l ’ou vr ier e ,Au c oeu r c o n tent

,c on ten t d e p eu

Ell e pou r ra it etre riche e t prefereCe qu i lu i vien t d e Dieu .

Au x ma lheu re u x sou ve n t e l le aba n don n eCe qu ’

e l le gagn e,hela s n u peu d e pa in

Qu’u n pau vre passe , e t c om m e e lle e st si bon n e ,

En le voya it e lle n’a u ra p lu s fa im .

Aux m a lheu reu x sou ve n t e lle aba ndon n eCe qu

’e lle gagn e

,he la s n u peu d e pa in

C’est le bon heu r de Jen n y l ’ou v r ier e

SONGS OF THE AF F EOT I ON S . 8 7

c oeu r c on ten t , c on ten t d e p euElle pou rra it etre riche , e t prefer e .

Ce qu i lu i v i en t d e Dieu ,

Ce qu i lu i vien t (bi s) d e Dieu

Jen n y L’Ou v r ier e is looke d u p on a s a

'

ty p e of th e in dustrious Parisiann eedlewom an . Th e son g i s dated 1 847 .

LEON ORE .

(ELEONORE)

An on ym ou s .

An other soon w ill t ake m y p la c e ,An d w ill th y chosen fa v ’

r ite be,

Lu red by th y sparkli n g w it— th y gr a ce

H e too w ill be de c e ived l ike m e

Ou r love wa s a m istake,bu t st il l

I c an be j e a lou s,Le o n ore

,

An d en viou s of th y vic tim s fe e lAn d y e t I love the e n ew n o m ore .

RUE,I a dored thee yesterday,

F or then m y eye s w ere ban daged fa stB u t n ow m y love h a s p a st aw ay,Fa lse o n e

,thou a r t un ve il ’d a t la st

Thou gh , Le on ore— thou gh even y e tI fe e l th y beau ty a s be fore

,

An d p a st de lights p erhaps regre t ,I l ove thee , tra itress, n ew n o m ore .

There is a lu stre in th y sm i le,

Gra c e i s th y n a tu re,n o t a ta sk

Th e c oldest heart thou c an’st begu ile

Within thin e in flu en c e to bask .

Cou l d sh e wh o c la im s a ffe c tion n ow

Com bin e th e cha rm s tha t I deplore ,With h e r own tru th l— u n m atch

’d a rt thou,

An d y e t I love the e n ew n o m or e .

8 8 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .

Perchan ce som e d ay’twill be ou r lot

I n som e se clu ded pla c e to m e et

An d twill be p lea sa n t— will it n otTo t e ll of j oys to m em ory swee t .

An d then p erhaps n ew waked desireWill g ive m e ba ck m y Leon ore ,

An d then m y sou l w ill be on fir e,

B u t y et , I love the e n ew n o m ore .

My c arriage sw iftly rol ls a lOn g ,An d I a m trem bl in g

,—n o twith fear

At yon der door th e l ight i s stron g,

At la st we stop ,-then i s it here ?

H ow brilli an t is th e crowd,—h ow gay ,

Here plea sur e bids a l l a n gu ish sle ep

Yes, c are le ss I w ill be , a s they,Still gra n t , 0 Heaven

,I d o n ot we ep .

N ow I beho ld h i m in th e da n c e ,Of happ in ess h is fea tur es Speak

N ow h e approa ches,— from h is glan c eOh

,let m e hide m y p a l lid che ek !

An d wh o is sh e,— tha t girl so fa ir

Ay e , I m u st pay h er r ev’r en ee de ep

F o r h e r m y lips a sm ile shall w ea r,So gran t , 0 Heaven

,I d o n ot weep .

N D h e is m a rri ed,

-fa ithless on eAn d h e this i cy n ote c an write

I n su ch a c old,in su ltin g ton e

,

M e to th e bal l h e c an in viteI ’ll go , a rr ay

’d in a ll m y pride ,Although I fe e l m y w ou n d is deep ,

An d ch eer funy salu te h i s bride ,Yet gra n t

,0 Heaven

,I d o n ot weep .


Then sha ll I j o in th e dan ce -Oh,n o

My fe et c an sca rc e m y wi ll obey.

Yet I am fa ir,— h e told m e so

,

An d look’d so w e l l w ith a bou qu et .

Now h e regards m e w ith a sn e erMadn ess I fe e l u pon m e creep

N 0 lon ger l et m e lin ger here,

F a r from th e happy l et m e w eep .

F ew poets hav e produ ced a greater n u m ber o f p opu lar p oem s than M . Lou isPesteau , w h o was on e of th e fou n ders of th e c on v iv ial soc iety called Le Gym n aseLyr iqu e in 1 824.

AN AVOWAL.

H, do n ot refu se m e

,—I love the e

,Marie

,

Than l ife th ou ’rt an hun dr ed t im es dea rer to m e

Myworship i s thatwh i chwe ra ise to th e skie s.

I love th y cle ar vo ic e,a n d th y brew ever fa ir

,

Thy m ode st appare l , th y light su n n y ha ir,An d th e blu e o f thin e eyes.

Oh,give m e tha t love , un divided a n d whol e

,

Whi ch waken s w ith l ife , an d exp ire s w ith th e soulThat tru e wom an

’s love

,a n d in tu rn I ’ll adore

An d when pa ssin g years wri te their trace on th ybrow

,

Those m om en ts o f joy , wh i ch en raptu re u s n ow,

To th y heart I’l l restore.

An d if thou ’lt n ot love m e

,stil l l et m e

,I pray,

Adore th y blu e ey e , a n d its pu re , gen tle r ay

Th e se fea tu res, which n ever c an fade from th e

sightAn d let m e th y swee t e ighteen sum m ers c om bin eTo on e flow’

ry wreath, an d th y forehead e n twin eWith love a n d delight .

Dated 1 840.


THE BLACKSMITH.

(LE FORGERON. )

G. LEMOINE.

Y an vil,m y an vil

,th y big lu sty vo ic e

Within m y bla ck dw ell in g c a n m ake m e rejo ic eA fig fo r th e stra in s in which lover s rep in eThey n ever c an equ a l tha t lou d son g o f th in e .

On c e th e an vil sou n ded m ildly,

Cla n g,Clan g

,Clan g

Roger’s hear t w a s bea t in g w ildly,Ba n g

,Ba n g

,Ba n g

H e h ad see n yo u n g Rosa pass,On ly fifte en w a s th e la ss

Wo o’d h e r

,won h er

,an d n ext d ay

Thu s w a s hea rd th e bla cksm ith’s layMy an vil

,m y an vil

, pray soften th y vo ic e ,A swe e t son g o f love shoul d m y Rosa rej o ic eWithi n m y bla ck dwel lin g a star w ill sh e Shi n e

,

An d thou m u st subdu e tha t w ild ditty o f thi n e .

Very n au ghty on c e was Rose ,Ban g

,Ban g , Ban g,

An d th e n e ighbou rs hear d thr ee blows,Cla n g

,Cla n g

,Cla n g !

Then there cam e a silen c e dread ,All thought Ro sa m u st be dead ,Bu rst th e do or— th e spou se u n fe eli n g,Lo before h is wi fe wa s kn eelin g .

Sin gin g w ith inc e ssa n t c l am our

Ban g,Ba n g

,Ban g

Roger a ll d ay u sed h is ham m er,

Cla n g,Clan g

,Cla n g.

N o thin g se em’d h is hea rt to tou ch ,

Rou n d abou t they fe a r ’d h im m u ch,

An d wou ld qu ake a t every n ote

When they heard h is brazen throat,

My an vil,m y a n vil

,

”(SI C.



Et pu is silen c e on la cro it m or te

La gar de vien t , brise la porte ,Et trou ve le féro c e épou x

Qu i lu i di sai t a deu x gen ou xRose

, je t’en prie , au n om d es am om

‘

s,

Bats-m o i,bats-m o i

,bats-m o i tou s les jour s,

Ta m a in si jol ie sera toujou rsPlu s dou c e qu e sat in e t ve lou rs.

La,la

,la

,la

,la

,la

,la

,la

,la

,la . (qu a ter)

JEALOUSY.

(JALOUSIES . )

P . J . CHARRIN .

YE S,I am j ealou s

,—wron gly

,I c on fess

Myself m ore wr etched fa r than the e I m ake .

I have n o c au se to doubt th y ten dern ess,

B u t y e t m y ri va ls c on stan t fear awakeWhen a t th y feet they kn eel ,

An d rou n d thee with the ir adu lat ion press,Then horrors o ’

er m e stea l,

I doubt th y fa ith—’tis j ea lou sy I feel .

Ye s, I a m j ea lou s— wo r shi pp’d ev

’rywh e r e ,

A ho st o f eager su itors thou c an’st charm

I fa n cy that m y trea su re they w ill tearFrom m y fon d ke ep in g, an d I press thin e a rm ,

’Tis j ea lou sy I fe e lMy sou l is e aten u p w ith a n xiou s c areN e t e

’e n th y lo oks c an hea l

My wou n ded hear t— ’tis j ea lou sy I fe e l .

Ye s,I am j e a lou s— a ll tha t ch arm s m y sight

Se em s fa shi on ’d m ere ly to distu r b m y rest ,Caresses which re la t ion s c la im a s right

,

An d fri en dship’s harm le ss kisse s ra ck m y breast,

’Tis j e a lou sy I fee l .\Vh y shou ld th y fon dn ess o ther hea r ts d elight

,

An d ever from m e stea l

What i s m in e ow n — ’tis j e alou sy I fe el .


Ye s,I a m j ea lou s

,—When thou art n ot n ear

,

I c oun t th e dreary m om en ts a s they flyTh e t im e h a s past ,

— deprived of a ll that ’s de ar,

A prey to dre adfu l ago n ies am I .

’Tis j ea lou sy I fe el,

That thou a rt w ith som e fa v ou r’d on e

,I fear .

Oh,if m y sen ses re e l

,

Pray p ar don m e,

-’tis j ea lou sy I fe e l .

Yes,I am jea lou s

,-Deeply I abhor

Th e world,whose p lea su res give m e n o delight

,

I le arn ’d to hate

,while learn in g to a dore

I t on ly ch a r m’d m e

,whilst thou m ad ’

st it’Ti s j ea lou sy I fe e l .

Th e world I wou ld shu t ou t for ever m ore,

An d in a c e ll the e an d m yse lf c on cea l’Tis j ea lou sy I fe el .

THE PARTIN G .

(LA SEPARATION . )

E . DUGAS .

N E m orn i n g, when th e daylight broke ,A S ign of grief to po or Lisette ,

To h er own Alfred thu s sh e spoke ,While with h er tears h er cheek was w etOh

,sir

,I tr u st when every l in k

That bou n d u s fast is ren t by y ou ,Of m e in hate you w ill n ot thin k

,

An other kiss,a n d then adieu .

Go seek you r fam i ly on c e m oreLet n o t m y grie f you r heart distress,

When I wa s lowly born a n d poor,Cou ld I a sp ire to happ in ess 2

Som e wea lthy m a id w il l be you r bride,

From pu re a ffe ct ion I wa s tru e .

Love,a n d n e t in terest wa s m y gu ide ,

An othe r kiss, an d then adieu .


Wh at tran qu il plea su re did w e feel ,When from th e n o isy town w e fl ed

,

An d thr ou gh th e pa ths of Rom a in vi lle ,Ou r wa n derin g step s by love w ere led

A c an opy th e fol iage m ade ,An d o

’e r ou r j oys a cu rt ain threw

B u t n ow ou r w oods have lost the ir ShadeAn other kiss

,a n d then adieu .

This por trai t whi ch I saw y ou tra c e ,Oh

,le t it be m y lega cy

F or when I look u pon you r fa c e ,Re v ived th e happy p a st will b e .

Wh en ag e i ts sn ow h a s o’e r m e c a st

,

Still ou r first m eetin g I ’ll ren ew,

Alfr ed— an other kiss— th e la st

An o ther kiss,a n d then adieu .

There is n o doubt that th e hero an d heroin e o f th e abov e rom an c e a r e a pair ofthose great fav ou r ite s of m ode rn Fren ch au thors an d art ists—a stu den t an d a g r isctie.

MADNESS.

(LA FOLLE . )

AB EL Po n ET DE MORV AN.

TRA la la la— tra la la la— What i s tha t swe et a ir ?Ah y es, I re c o l le ct , —th e ban d begin s to play,Th e dan ce w ill so on c om m en c e

,— those j oyou s n o tes wou ld say .

H ow t im id is h is ga it,a s h e approa che s n ea r,

A few soft ten de r words h e whispe rs in m y e a r .

I think I m u st refu se— y e t n o reply I m ake,

H e take s m y han d, a la s — I pla in ly fee l i t shakeN ow trem bles a l l m y fram e

,— h is p ierc in g glan c e s seem

To waken in m y sou l a w ild a n d fe v’r ish dre am .

Throughou t th e ba ll I thought o f hi m — o f hi m a lon e

Tra la la la— when ce cam e those live ly sou n dsOh y es, I re c o lle c t, - a fortn ight n ow h a s p a st

Sin ce thr ou gh th e bright sa lo on we wh ir l’d a lon g so fa st

Oh happ in ess su prem e,oh joy above a ll joys

,

I love the e ”— thu s h e says with so ftly m u rm’r in g vo ice .



Tr a la la la (bi s), qu e c es son s m e fon t m a l (bis)Oh oui

, je m e sou vien s, je fu s heu r eu se un m o is,Et depu is c e m om en t je sou p ire ton jou rs.

Cette wa lse,écou tez, c

’est pen dan t sa du ré

'

e

Qu ’il éta it a ses p ieds, qu e sa bou che in fideleLu i ju ra it qu ’il l ’a im a it et n e m

’a im a j am a is

Je sen tis a c es m ots m a tete se briserUn horrible tou rm en t tortu ra tou t m e n etre

Qu e j’a im e les plaisir s, la pa ru re et la dan se

Qu e je sou ffre,6 m en dieu ri en qu ’

en p en san t a lu iArthu r ! Art hur Ar thu r Arthur

Madn ess is n ot n early so fav ou rite a top i c w ith th e Fren ch as w ith th e Eng l ishlyr ists, n or w ill th e abov e, which i s dated 1 833, su stain a c om parison w ith th e v igorou sexpression s of in san ity to b e

’ fou n d in th e Illu strated Book of Engl ish Son gs .

”On e

p ecul iar ity whi ch is follow ed in th e En gl ish v e rs ion i s w orth observ in g,—n am ely, th efac t that th e last stan za i s w ithou t rhy m e . So in t im ately is th e n otion of rhym e c on

n ected w ith that o f p oetry i n Fren ch l ite ratur e , that rhym eless m etre serves as an

in dicat ion of th e last rav in gs of m ad ness .

BACCHANALIAN SONGS.

THE n u m ber of son gs in serted u n der this head, will befoun d c om parat ively sm all bu t it m u st n ot be in fe rred that

th e Fren ch have fewer drin kin g son gs than othe r n ation s.

On th e c on trary, w ith v ery l ittle research w e c ou ld e asily

fi ll a goodly volu m e w ith son gs devoted to th e bottle

alon e ! an d th e En gl ish tope r, in u red to heavy drinks,

wou ld won der to see h ow m u ch drun ken poetry c ou ld be

got ou t of so very w eak a beverage a s th e ordin ary w in e of

Fran ce . F or it m u st n ot be suppose d that in spirin g cham

pagn e , or th e best Bordeau x , is alon e hon ou red in son g ! even

V in a qu atre so u s h as re c e ived th e glory of lyric c ele a

brat ion , an d we m ay say that in m ost c ases th e riot seem s

to have been m ost in exc ess where th e bev erage m u st have

been w eakest .

The re ar e two reason s wh y th e B a ch an al ian Son gs in thiscoll ec tion ar e so few in n u m ber . I n th e first pla c e , the re i sa great deal of sam en ess in these son gs, arisin g from th e fac tthat they ar e m ost of them im bu ed w ith th e sp iri t of thatfictitiou s wo rship of Bac chu s which h a s lon g c eased to

awaken an y sym pathy . I n th e sec on d plac e , followin g a

Fren ch plan of division, w e have adopted a head of Epicu

rean Son gs,”which c om prises m an y produ ction s that wou l d

otherwise hav e been pla c ed in this se c tion .

98 BACCHANALIAN SONG S .

APOLOGY FOR CID ER.

(APOLOG IE DU CIDRE .)

OLIV IER B AS SELIN—died 1 41 8 or 1 41 9.

OUGH Fren chm en a t our dr ink m ay la u gh,An d thi n k the ir ta ste i s won drou s fin e

,

w e qu afl'

,

S w in edown

,down it fre ely goes,

char m s th e palate a s it flow s.

When e ’er a p oten t drau ght I take ,How dost thou bid m e drin k aga in

Yet, pray, fo r m y afl

'

e c t ion ’s sake

,

De ar Cide r,d o n ot tu rn m y bra in .

Oh,down

,down

,down it fre e ly go es

,

A n d charm s th e pa late a s it flows.

I fin d I n ever lose m y w its,However fre e ly I c arou se ,

An d n ever try i n a n gry fi ts

To ra ise a t em p e st i n th e hou seThou gh dow n

,down

,down th e c ider go e s,

An d cha rm s th e pa la te a s it flows .

To strive for riches is a l l stu ff,

Ju st take th e go o d th e gods have se n tA m a n i s su re to have e n oughIf w ith h is own h e i s c on ten t

As dow n,down

,down th e c ider ge es,

An d ch a rm s th e pa late a s i t flows.

I n tru th tha t wa s a hearty bou tWh y , n o t a dr op i s l eft— n o t o n e

I fe e l I ’v e pu t m y thirst to rou t

Th e stu bbo r n fe e a t la st i s gon e .

So down,down

,down th e c id e r go e s ,

An d cha rm s th e p a la te a s i t fl ew


1 00 BAC CHANALIAN SONG S .

THE TRUE TOPER.

(LE VRAI BUVEUR. )

MAITRE ADAM—d ied 1 662.

Th e greatest o f a l l kin gs that re ign ,When I have w in e m y heart to che er

,

l Vi th wa r wou ld thr ea ten m e in va inH e wou ld n ot r eu se th e slighte st fe ar.

At table n ou ght m y sou l c an m ove,

An d if above m e,whil e I drin k

,

Th e thu n ders roar o f m ighty Jove ,H e i s a fra id o f m e

,I thin k.

If De ath i nto hi s head shou ld take,

Wh en I am dr u n k,to stop m y brea th,

I wou ld n ot w ish aga in to wakeI c ou ld n o t have a sw e eter de a th.

Down to Avern u s I w ou ld go ,Ale cto shou ld w ith win e be fi ll ’d

,

On Plu to ’s large e sta te be low

A han dsom e tavern I wou ld bu ild .

l Vi th this fin e n e cta r I wou ld brin gTh e dem on s 1 m d e rn ea th m y sway

Th e fien d h im se lf shou ld hu m bly Sin gGrea t B a c chu s’ pra ise , in m a n y a la y .

Po or Ta n ta lu s’ ete rn a l thir stWith po ten t l iqu or I wou ld qu en ch ,

An d,cro ssin g o

’e r th e stream a c cu r s

’d,

Th e sad Ixion I wou ld dren ch .

H EN first th e hi lls with m om ar e brightI se t abou t m y da ily ta sk,

An d,risin g with th e early l ight

,

I p ay a visit to m y c ask .

I take m y goblet in m y han d,An d thu s I a sk th e glad su n shi nePr ay have y ou se en in Moorish la ndSu ch gem s a s on thi s n o se of m in e I

BACCHANALIAN SONGS . 1 01

An hun dred se ts th e v ow have m ade ,That when m y fortieth year i s gon e ,

They’ll seek th e spot where I am la id,

An d,glass in han d, c om e every on e

A gloriou s hec atom b they’l l m akeUpon m y sepu lchr e they

’ll pou r,My pa st c are er to design a te ,An hu n dred ju gs o f w in e a n d m ore .

No porphyr y o r m arble fi n e

Above m e for a tom bston e pu tI swear n o c offin sha l l be m in eExc ept th e in side of a bu tt .

An d on it pa in t m y jovia l phi z,An d rou n d it wr i te a verse to say

Be low th e grea test dru n ka rd isThat ever saw th e l ight o f d ay .

ORIGINAL.

AUSSI TOT qu e la lu m i ereA redoré n os c ote au x,Je c om m en ce m a c a rrierePa r visiter m es tonn eau x .

Ravi d e revo ir l ’au rore ,Le verre en m a in je lu i d isVo is-tu su r la rive m au rePlu s qu

’a m e n n ez d e ru bis 2

Le p lu s gr an d r o i d e la terre,

Qu an d je su is dan s u n repa s,S

’il m e déc lara it la g uerre ,

N e m’ épou van tera it p a s.

A table rien n e m’ éton n e

Et je p en se , qu an d je bo i ,Si la-hau t Ju p iter tonn eQu e c

’est qu ’il a peu r d e m o i .

Si qu elqu e j ou r, éta n t ivre ,La m ort a rr éta it m e s pa s,Jc n e vou dra is pa s revivre ,Pou r chan ger ce deu x trépa s.

1 02 B AOCHAN ALIAN S ONGS .

Je m’e n ira is da n s l ’ Aver n e

Fa ir e en i vrer A l e ctonEt batir u n e tavern eDan s le m a n o ir d e Plu ton .

P ar c e n e c ta r dele ctabl e,

Le s d em on s étan t va in cu s,

Je fera is chan ter a u diableLes lou an ge s d e Ba c chu s .

J’ap a isera is d e Tan ta le

La gran de a lter a t ion ,

Et, p a ssa n t l

’on de i nfern a le

,

Je fera is bo ire Ixion .

Au bou t d e m a qu aran ta in eCen t ivrogn es m ’

on t prom isD e ven ir

,la ta sse p le in e

Au gi te o il. l ’on m’a u ra m is.

Pou r me fa ire u n e h éc ate m be

Qu i sign a le m e n dest in ,

I ls a rroseron t m a tom beD e plu s d e c en t bro cs d e v in .

D e m a rbre n i d e porphyreQu ’

on n e fa sse m e n tom bea uPou r c ercu e il je n e desire

Qu e le c on tou r d ’u n to rm ea u

Je veu x qu ’o n p e ig ne m a trogn e

Ave c c e ve rs a l ’e n tou rCi -g i t l o plu s gra n d ivrog ne

Qu i jam a i s a rt v u l e jou r.

Th e poe t ical join er w h o w rote th is feroc iou s drinking son g,a n d whose real n am e

w a s Adam B e l la u l t , w a s m u ch e ste em ed by a ll th e c e lebra ted p erson s o f h is day . H e

w a s p en s ion ed by Riche l ieu , patron ised by th e Great Con do, a n d p raised by PierreCorn e ille . H e se em s to hav e be en a p erson of greater p ru den c e than m ight b e in fe rredfrom th e abov e re ckle ss e ffu s ion

,n e v e r al low in g h is p oe t ical in sp iration s to draw h im

from th e p u rsu it of h is t rade , when c e h e deriv ed th e appellation of “ Le Virg ile au

Ra bu t (Virgil w ith a p lan e).


BACCHANALIAN SONGS .

With the ir re ckle ss rigou r,they

,

Un re len t in g,sn a tch away

All tha t here se em s fi r m a n d stro n g,

To that other S ide in ha ste,

Wh ere th e w a ters w e sha ll ta ste,

t ich bla ck Le the rolls a lon g

ORIGINAL.

POURQUO I se don n er tan t d e pe in e ZBu von s plu tOt a p erdre ha le in eD e c e n e c tar d e l i c ieu x

,

Qui , pou r l’ex c e l le n c e

, precedeCe lu i m em e qu e G an ym ede

Verse dan s la c ou p e d es dieu x .

C’e st lu i qu i fa it qu e le s a n n e és

N eu s .dur e n t m o in s qu e le s j ou rn ée s.

C’est lu i qu i n ou s fa it raj eu n ir,Et qu i ba n ni t d e n os p en sée s,Le regre t d e s chose s pa sse és

Et la cra in te d e l ’aven ir.

Bu von s,Mayn ard

,a p le in e ta sse ,

L’age in sen siblem en t se pa sse

Et n ou s m én e a n o s dern iers jom'

s

L’on a be an fa ire d e s priere s,

Le s an s,n on p lu s qu e les riviere s,

Jam a is n o rebrou ssen t lem ’

c ou rs.

Le pr in tem s,vetu d e verdu re

,

Cha ssera b ien tOt la fro idu re .

La m e r a son fl ux c t reflu xMa is

,depu is qu e n otre j eu n esse

Qui tte la pla c e a la v i e i ll e se,

Le tem ps n e la r am en e p lu s.

Le s le is d e la m ort so n t fa ta le sAu ssi bien a u x m a ison s roya le s

Qu’a u x ta u dis c on v e rts d e roseauxTou s n o s j ou rs son t su j ets aux Pa rqu esCeu x d es bergers e t d es m on arqu es

Son t cou pes d es m em es c iseaux .

BAC CHANALIAN SONGS . 1 05

Leu r s rigu eu rs, pa r qu i tou t s’efl

'

a c e,

Ravisse n t,en bien peu d

’e spa ce

Ce qu’on a d e m i eu x établi

,

Et bien tOt n ou s m én er on t bo ire ,Au -de la d e la rive n o ire

Dan s l e s eau x du fl eu v e d’ou bli

This tru ly Horat ian son g,which w a s addressed by Racan to h i s frien d May n ard,

is esteem ed on e of th e best of th e sev en teen th c en tu ry.

THE EPICUREAN.

S AURIN.

WAS n ot born a prin c e o r kin g,

No town have I,n or an ythin g

That folks o f high degree have g o tYet in c on ten t n on e equ a l m e

,

F or be in g ju st wha t they a r e n ot,

I ’m ju st what they desire to be .

My do ctrin e is wi th w isdom rife,

Withou t it m a n m ay pa ss h is l ifeIn to il in g to he ap u p a n d saveWherea s

,it c an n ot be den ied

,

If we desire ju st what we have5 Our w ishe s w ill be satisfied.

I ’ll have n o che ck u pon m y glass,No in terferen ce w ith m y la ss

I m ere ly l ive for m i n e own sake ,To Ep icu r u s hom age pay ,

My tem p’r amen t m y law I m ake

,

An d n ou ght bu t n atu re I obey.

Sau rin was a m em ber of th e D iners d i t Ca vea u , fou n ded in 1 733.

1 06 BACCHANALIAN SONG S .

MY PHILOSOPHY.

PHILOSOPHIE . )

DU FRESN Y .

W ha t’s tha t — Oh

,oh ,

I have left m y w ife be low ,

An d a frien d i s w ith h e rI ’ll ju st take a n o ther gla ss

,

Biddin g j e a lou s pa ssion s pa ss.

Dru nken n ess i s good fo r m e,

N ou ght u n p le a san t c an I see .

B u t n ow,a la s

I se e a gha stly fig ure p a ssAn d d ip i ts fin ger in m y glass.

’Tis th e Fa te wh o sp in s life’s thread ,

Still fl ow o n,thou l iqu or r ed

Til l th e la st,la st dr op is gon e

Will th e Fa te ke ep sp in n in g on

e o n w in e good win eThou gh I own th y p ow

’r divin e

,

Stil l I se e m y l ife de c lin eYe t , while m om en ts qu ickly go ,Noble w in e , u n c ea sin g fl owSin c e u n c erta in l ife m u st be

,

Let m e, pray, m ake sur e o f

thee .

G o od sen se good sen se

Stu dy i s a va in pre ten c e ,If w e thin k thou c om est then c e .

Fo ols o’e r lam ps o f o il grow pale ,

Lam ps of win e w ill n ever fai lSage physic ia n , m an of law

,

From th e gla ss you r w isdom draw .


1 08 BACCHANALIAN SONG S

S ex,whom both kin g a n d c abin et adore

,

A sea t you ’ll a lways i n m y c e tm c il fi n d

You r s a r e th e on ly cha in s w e ever bore,

Soft cha in s o f roses,wh i ch th e heart c an bind .

Lastly,for fe a r th e chosen son s of Com u s

Shoul d be d istu rb ’d by fo lks o f ill in ten t

,

Th e p residen t o f this gay c lu b of Mom u s*

Sha ll a lso be m y c ou n c il ’s pre siden t .

When dinn er’s don e— a n Ep im en idesI c on jur e u p a world a ll bright a n d gay

Hop e g ui des m e,a s I w an der a t m y e ase

,

If ’tis a dre am,oh w ake m e n ot

,I pray.

Lc c ler e w as a m em ber of th e “Soc ie te d e Mom u s .

THE KING OF YVETOT.

(LE ROI D ’

YVETOT. )

BERANGER .

Withi n h i s tha tched pa la c e , h eCon su m ed h is fou r m ea ls da ily

H e rode abou t h i s re a lm to see

Upo n a don key, ga ilyBe side s h is d og , n o gu ar d h e h a d ,H e hoped for good when thi n gs w ere bad ,

Ne’e r sa d .

H o ! h e ! h e ! h e ! h a ! h a ! h a ! h a !

Wh a t a fam ou s k in g wa s h e , oh la

HERE wa s a Kin g o f Yvetot ,W h o

,l ittle fam ed in story,

l Ven t Soon to bed , to rise was slow,

An d slu m bered w ithou t glory.

’Twa s Jen n y c r own’d this jo lly

With n othin g bu t a c o tton c ap ,

M ay-h ap .

H o l h o ! h o ! h o !

Wha t a fam ou s kin g wa s h e , oh la

BACCHANALIAN SONGS . 1 09

No costly ta stes h is sou l possessedExc ept a ta ste for dr inki n g,

An d kin gs wh o m ake the ir su bj ects blestShou ld live w e ll

,to m y thinkin g .

At table h e h i s taxes got ,From every c a sk h e to ok a pot

I wot .

H e ! h e ! h e ! h e ! h a ! h a ! h a ! h a

What a fam ou s kin g w a s this,oh la

With ladies to o o f high degre eH e was a fav

’r i te rather

,

An d of h i s su bje cts probablyI n every sen se

,a fa ther.

H e n e v er levied troops bu t whenH e ra ised th e ta rget , ca ll in g then

H is m en .

H o ! h o ! h e ! h e ! h a ! h a ! ha ! ha '

What a fam ou s kin g wa s h e,oh la

H e did n ot w iden hi s e sta tes

Beyon d the ir p rep er m ea su reA m odel of a ll poten tates,H is on ly c ode w a s pleasu re .

An d ’twa s n ot t il l th e d ay h e d ied

H is fa ithful su bj e cts ever S igh’d,

Or cried .

H o ! h o ! h e ! h e ! h a ! h a ! h a ! h a

What a fam ou s kin g wa s h e,oh la !

Thi s w ise an d w orthy m on arch’s fa ce

I s st ill in pre serva t ion ,

An d a s a sign i t serve s t o gra c eAn in n o f repu tat ion .

On hol idays,a j oyou s rou t

Before i t pu sh the ir m u gs abou tAn d shou t .

H o ! h o ! h e ! h e ! h a ! h a ! h a ! h a

What a fam ou s kin g wa s h e,oh la

1 1 0 BACCHANALIAN SONGS .

ORIGINAL.

I L éta it n u r o i d’ YvetotP eu c on n u da n s l ’h i sto ir e

Se levan t tard , se c ou chan t tot,

Dorm an t fo r t bien san s glo ir e,

Et c ou ron n é pa r Jean n e tonD

’u n sim p le bon n et d e c oton ,

D i t -on .

Oh ! oh ! oh ! o h ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah !Qu e l bon pet it r o i c

’éta it la

La,la .

1 1 fa isa it ses qu a tre repa sDa n s son pa la is d e chau m e .

Et su r n u zi n e, pa s a pa s,

Parc ou ra it son royau m e .

Joy eu x, sim ple , e t c royan t lo bien ,

Pou r tou t garde i l n ’a v a it rien

Qu’u n chien .

Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! a h ! ah ! ah ! a h !

Qu e l bon p etit r o i c’éta it la

La,la .

1 1 n’a v a it d e gout o n éreu x

,

Qu’u n e so if u n peu viv e

M a is e n ren dan t son p eu p le heu reu x,I l fau t bien qu

’tm r o i vive .

Lu i -m em e,a table e t sa n s su ppOt ,

Su r chaqu e m u id leva it 1 m pe t

D’im pOt .

Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! ah ! ah ! ah ! a h !

Qu e l bon p e tit r o i c’éta it la

La,la .

Au x fi lles d c be n n es m a ison sCom m e il a v a it su p la ire ,

S es suj e ts a va ie n t c en t ra ison sD e le n om m er leu r pere

D’a il leur s i l n e leva it d e ba n


1 1 2 BACCHANALIAN SONG S .

Win e su ch raptu re c an in sp ire ,I can se e w ithou t desir e ,E ’

en th e gre atest m on arch’s treasu reOften in a happy hourDrinkin g

,kissin g in som e bow ’r

,

I ha v e been o’e rsto ck ed w ith pleasu re .

Whether h e go slow o r fa st,

That dre ad lan d o f shades a t lastE v ’ry m an to se e i s fated

B e i t then ou r con stan t c areDe a th sha ll on ly take u s there

,

Wh en w ith love an d wi n e e lated .

Old Laujon , wh o w as th e p erp etu al p res iden t of th e Ca vea u M odem s, an d w as

regarded as a Fren ch An ac reon ,w a s adm itted a s a m em be r of th e Academ y after fifty

years’sol ic itation for th e hon ou r . Th e abov e son g i s dated 1 759.

THE GOOD SILENUS .

(LE B ON SILENE . )

T . DAUPH I N .

I s j o l ly fa c e st ill r edWith ju ic e o f grapes, Silen u s

w okeUp on hi s l ea fy bed ,

Rou sed a s th e love ly m orn in gbroke .

An d thu s h e ga ily sa n g,

Wh il e e choes rou n d h im

ra n g,

Ye Satyr s ha sten to m yc a l l

,

Coqu ett ish Dryads,Fau n s

an d a l l

N0 lon ger Sha l l y ou sl e ep to-d ay ,

My childre n,sin g a n d drin k away

Obedie n t to h is vo ic e,

Th e m adc aps ha sten’d from th e wood

,

Wh o in th e grap e rej o ic e ,To share the ir m a ster’s m ood .

BACCHANALIAN SONGS . 1 1 3

With tam bou r in e th e thron gAc com pan ied hi s son g

An d wh i le th e win e in sp ir ed the ir bra in ,

They flu n g hi m ba ck hi

s j ovial stra inN0 lon ger shall y ou sle ep to

-day ,My children

,sin g an d dri n k away

Silen u s, qu ite e late,

Hym n s o f glory lou dly sin gTh e story I ’ll relate ,

Of hi m wh o o’er th e gods i s kin g.

B u t sorry work,I thin k

,

I s sin gin g w ithou t drin kSo let th e bu rn in g l iqu or fl ow ,

You r vo ic es w ill m ore sm oothly goN0 lon ge r sha l l y ou Sle ep to

-d ay ,

My children , sin g a n d drin k away

“ When from th e m ou n t h e c am e,

Where h e wa s h i dden by h i s sire,

H i s th r e at wa s in a flam e,

H is m other be in g killed by fi r e .

Th e gloriou s child of m i r thLisp

’d,even a t hi s birth

,

Com e,w et m y li ps,

— you r own a s w e ll,

An d thi s to m y di sc ip l e s t e llN0 lon ge r sha l l y ou sle ep to

-day ,My children ,

sin g an d drin k away

Th e pre c iou s l itt le p et ,To brin g h im u p I h ad th e lu ck

An d I w a s forc ed to getA goat to give hi s godshi p su ck .

Th e goa t wou ld fre ely browse ,Th e in fan t wou ld c arou se

,

An d say , th e w icked j a ckan ap es,While m u n chin g u p th e fa llen grap es,N0 lon ger sha ll y ou Sle ep to

-d ay ,My children

,sin g an d dr in k away

When h e bega n to grow ,

H e w as a s bo ld a s h e w a s hi gh

BACCHANALIAN SONGS .

H is hea rt wou ld proudly glow ,

F or foreign c on qu est h e woul d sigh .

Th e gen tle yoke h e brou ghtW a s by th e n a t ive s sou ght

They loved th e sc en t hi s liqu o r gave ,An d shou ted w ith hi s a rm y brave

,

N0 lon ger sha ll y ou sle ep to-day ,

My children,sin g an d drin k away

To In dia n so il h e boreJ oy , m errim en t

,a n d c on qu

’r in g a rm s

,

An d so on h e tr iu m ph’d o

’er

A ra c e subm i ssive to h is char m s.

An d,when h e left

,th e flowers

Were d ew ’d by te ars in ShowersWhil e h e

,th e dro op in g soul s to cheer

,

Cried,

N ever m in d,th e vin e i s here

N0 lon ger sha ll y ou Sl e ep to-d ay ,

My children,sin g an d drin k away

H e m ade a pa ssage sho rt,

Retu rn in g to th e Gre c ia n shoreB u t on h i s way p a id c our t

To on e who se cha in s h e gladly we r e .

Th e lady,sad a n d prou d ,

To shu n a l l love h a d v ow’d

B u t so on th e win e su bdu ed h e r pride ,An d

,far from Theseu s, thu s sh e c ri ed

N0 lon g e r sha l l y ou sle ep to-d ay ,

My children,sin g a n d drin k away

H e r ea ch ’d o u r gloriou s lan d ,An d en ded thu s hi s Ea stern trip

Then,a t h is sire ’s c om m a n d ,

To He ave n h e w en t , th e w in e to sip .

An d eve r sin c e tha t t im e,

I n tha t abode su bl im e,

Th e go lden vin e h e still prote c ts,An d n e

’e r th e a n c ien t law n egle c ts,

N0 lon ger sha ll y ou Sleep to-d ay ,

My children,sin g a n d drink away


1 1 6 BACCHANALIAN SONGS .

An d on th e river’s brin kLan d ju ic e from every vin e

’Tis w a ter m akes u s drin kGo od w in e .

I n w eather fin e an d dryTh e m iller drinks h is fi ll

Of w a ter,w ith a sigh

H is m ill i s stan din g stil l .When wa ter flows

,I thi n k

,

N0 lon ger he ’ll rep in e’Tis wa ter m ake s h im drin k

G o od w in e .

An other in stan c e , y e t ,G ood c om r ades I c a n Show

S ee , in to y on gu in gu e tteTh e water—c a rri er go .

H is eyesbegin to blin k,

H is trou ble s to de c l in e’Tis w a ter m ake s hi m drin k

G o od win e .

Of wa ter while I sin g,

I ’m thirsty w ith m y ta skB e kin d e n ou gh to brin gA bu m per from th e c a sk .

You r gla sse s brave ly c link,

Rep eat this stra in o f m in e,

’Tis wa ter m akes u s drin kGood w in e .

Arm an d Gou fi’

e was a ren ow n ed m em ber o f th e Ca r m a M od em s an d th e Din ers da

Vau devi lle, as wel l a s a w riter of m u sical dram as . Th e abov e son g is dated 1 803.

B AOGHAN ALI AN SONGS . 1 1 7

H I S ram bli n g plan t, which lovesto r u n

Like a green l izard in th e su n,

Th e ke en w in d shu n n in g,

is m y vin eUpon a fli n ty so il it grows,Whi ch pays wi th sparks th e

ir on ’s blows

An d c om es in the directest lin eFrom tha t brave sprig which,

hon ou r’(1 y et ,Old No ah in th e you n g world set .

Wh en in m y goblet , bro the r m m e,

I see th e pu rp le l iqu or glow ,

I gladly than k th e pow’r s div in e

That n ou ght lik e this th e En gl ish kn ow .

In sprin g m y vin e its blossom bears,Wh i ch like a tim id m a id appears,So pa le w ith a ll i ts love li n ess.

I n sum m er ’t is a sau cy bride,

In au tum n pu ts forth a l l i ts pride ,Then c om es th e vin tage a n d th e press

In win ter i ts repose it takes,B u t then its w in e ou r su n shin e m akes.

Wh en in m y goblet , (h e .

Th e c e llar where m y w in e I stowH a s be en a con ven t lon g ago

’Tis vau lted l ike an a n c ien t chur ch.

Down,stra ight en ou gh

,m y feet c an trip ,

B u t when m y good old win e I sip ,An d S ip aga in

,- I m ake a lu rch.

Yes,there ’s th e wa l l

,-th e p ill ar

’s there ,

B u t han g m e if I fin d th e sta ir.When in m y goblet , dz c .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATR IOTIC SONGS .

Th e vin e m u st be a tre e divin e,

Th e v in e i s m other of ou r w in e !So hon ou r to th e a n c ien t la ss

Wh o a fter fu ll fiv e thou san d yearsH er fam ily o f chil dren re ars

,

An d su ckl e s from a brim m in g gla ss.

Th e m other,too

,o f love i s sh e

,

So , dearest Je n n y, dr ink wi th m e .

Wh en in m y goblet , &c .

M . Pierre Dupon t i s probably th e you n gest o f th e p oets whose n am es appear i nth e c oll ec t ion ,

an d u n qu est ion ably th e m o st p opu lar song-wr iter n ow l iv i n g. Th e

Chan t d es Ou v ri ers ”a n d Les Boeu fs

,

”to w h ich h e ch iefly owes h is fam e

, w il lb e fou n d rm d e r othe r heads . Th e en t ire w orks of Du p on t a r e publ ished in acollected form ,

w ith th e m u sic .


REVOLUTIONARY PATRIOTIC SONGS .

THE MARSEILLAISE .

(LA MARSEILLAISE . )

Rou o r r Dr! L i sLE—bOl ’n 1 7 60, died 1 83

COME,children of you r c ou n try, c om e

,

N ew glory dawn s u pon th e w orld ,Ou r tyran ts , ru shin g to the ir doom ,

The ir bloody stan dard have u n fu r l’d

Alre ady on ou r p la i ns w e he arTh e m u rm u rs o f a savage hordeThey thre a ten w ith th e m u rderou s sword

You r c om rade s a n d you r childr en dear.Then u p , a n d form you r ra nks, th e hir e l in g

foe w ithsta n dMa rch ou ,

—h is craven blood m u st fertilise th e lan d .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATR IOTIC SONGS . 1 21

Tho se ban ded serfs— wha t wou ld they have ,By tyran t kin gs together brou ght

Whom a re those fetters to en slaveWhi ch lon g ago the ir han ds have wrou ght

You,Fren chm en

, y ou , they w ou ld en cha inDoth n ot th e thou ght you r bo som s fi r e

“

2

Th e a n c ie n t bon dage they desireTo forc e u pon you r n e cks aga in .

Then u p , a n d form you r ran ks, th e hirel in g foe withstan dMarch on

,— h is craven blood m u st fert ilise th e lan d .

Those m arsha lled fore ign ers— sha ll theyMake laws to re a ch th e Fren chm a n

’s hearth “

2

Sha ll hi re l in g tro ops wh o fight fo r payStr ike down o ur warr iors to th e e arth ?

God sha ll w e bow ben e ath th e w e ightOf han ds

,tha t slavish fetters wea r 2

Sha ll r uthl e ss de spots on c e m ore da reTo be th e m a sters o f ou r fat e

Then u p , an d form you r ran ks, th e hir e l in g fo e w ithstan dMarch on

,—h is craven blood m u st fertili se th e lan d .

Then trem ble , tyr a n ts, —tra itors a ll ,Ye

,Whom both frien ds a n d foe s despise

On y ou sha ll retribu t ion fa ll,

i s fi gg g .

Your crim e s sha ll ga in a worthy pri ze .

Ea ch m an oppose s m ight to m ightAn d When ou r you thfu l heroes d ieOu r Fran ce c a n w ell the ir pla c e su pply

We’re so ldiers a ll w ith y ou to fight .

Then u p , a n d form you r ra n ks, th e hirelin g fo e withstan dMarch on -hi s craven blood m u st fert ilise th e lan d.

Ye t,gen erou s w a r ri ors

,st ill forbe a r

To dea l on a ll you r ven ge fu l blowsTh e tra in of haple ss vic t im s spa re ,Aga in st the ir wil l they a r e ou r foes.

B u t oh,those despots sta in

’d w ith blood

,

Those tra itors l eag u ed w ith ba se Bou il le’

,

W h o m ake the ir n a t ive lan d the ir preyDea th to th e savage t iger-brood

The n u p , an d form you r ran ks, th e hir el in g fo e withstan dMarch on

,—h i s craven blood m u st fertilise th e lan d .

1 2

1 22 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTI C SONG S .

An d when ou r gloriou s sires a r e dead,

The ir virtu e s w e sha ll sur ely fi n dWhen on th e self -sam e path we tread,An d tra ck th e fam e they leave behin d.

Less to su rviv e them we de sireThan to pa rtake their n oble graveTh e prou d am bition we sha ll have

To live fo r v en gen c e or expir e .

Then u p , a n d form you r rank s, th e hi rel in g fo e w ithsta n dMa rch on

,—h is craven blood m u st fertilise th e lan d .

Com e,love of c oun try, gu ide u s n ow

,

En dow ou r ven gefu l a rm s w ith m i ght,

An d,dea rest liberty

,d o thou

Aid th y defen ders in th e fight .Un to ou r flags le t victory

,

Ca lled by th y stirrin g a c c en ts,ha ste

An d m ay th y dyin g fo es a t lastThy trium ph a n d ou r glory se e .

Then up , an d form you r ran ks, th e hi re lin g fo e w ithstan dMarch on

,— h is craven blood m u st fe rtilise th e lan d .

ORIGINAL.

ALLONS,en fa n ts d e la p a trie ,

Le jour d e glo ire e st a r r i v e

Con tre n ou s d e la ty r am i i e

L’éte n da rd sa n gla n t e st levé. (bis)En ten dez-vou s da n s c e s c a m pagn e sMu gir c es féro c e s so lda tsI ls vien n en t

,ju squ e da n s n o s bra s

,

Ego rger v o s fil s,v o s c om pagn e s

Au x a m n e s c itoyen s,form ez v o s ba ta ll on s

Ma rchon s (bi s), qu’u n sa n g im pu r abr ieu v e n os sil lon s.

Qu e veu t c ette horde d’esc la v e s

,

D e t r a itr e s,d e ro is c onju res ?

Pou r qu i c es ign oble s e n tra ve s,

Ce s fers des longtem ps p repa res ?Fra n ca is

, pou r n ou s, a h ! qu e l ou trage ,Qu e l tra n sports i l do it exc ite r


1 24 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTI C SONGS .

Nou s au ron s la sublim e orgu e ilD e les ven ger ou d e les su i vre .

Au x a rm es c itoyen s,form ez v os ba ta illon s

Marchon s (bis), qu’un sa n g im pu r abreu ve n os sill on s.

Am ou r sa cré d e la pa trie ,Con du is, sou t ien n os bra s ven geu r sLiberté

,l iberté chérie

,

Com ba ts ave c tes d efen seur s (bisSou s n os dr ape au x qu e la vic to ireAc c ou re a tes m ales a c c en s

Qu e tes en n em i s exp ira n tsVo ien t ton triom phe e t n otre glo ire .

Aux a rm es c itoyen s,form ez v o s ba ta ill on s

Ma rchon s (bi s), qu’n n sa n g im pu r abreu ve n os sillon s.

On th e 30th J u ly, 1 792, th e Marse illaises arr iv ed a t Paris, w h ithe r they had be enin v ited by B arba roux a t th e in stan c e of Madam e Rolan d. Th e sec re t m o t iv e of the irm arch, ” says M. d e Lam art in e , wa s to in t im idate th e Nat ion al Gu ard o f Par is ! torev iv e th e en ergy of th e F au xbou rg s a n d to be i n th e adv an ced gu ard of tha t cam pof m en ,

whi ch th e Giron din s had m ade th e Assem bly v ote,to ov er ru l e th e

Feu il lan ts, th e J a cob ins, th e Kin g, a n d th e Assem bly itse l f, w ith a n arm y of th e Depa r tm en ts com posed en t irely of the ir own c reatu res. Th e Marse il laises en te red Par isby th e Fau bou rg S t. An to in e , an d , sin gin g th e son g wh ich bears the ir n am e , p roc eed edto th e Ch am p s-Elysees, wher e a ban qu et w a s p repared for them .

Th e origin of th e w ords a n d m u s ic of th is fam ou s son g is thu s desc ribed by Made

Lam art in e —“ There w a s a t th is t im e a you n g offi c er o f art ille ry i n garrison a t S trasbu rg. H is n am e wa s Rou ge t d e Lisle . H e w asborn a t Lon s-le -Sau ln ie r in th e J u ra ,a c oun t ry of rev eries a n d en ergy, a s m ou n tain ou s region s alw ays a r e . This youn gm an lov ed w a r a s a soldier ! th e rev olu t ion a s a thinker. By h i s v e rses a n d h is m u s ich e l ighten ed th e tediou sn ess o f th e garrison . Gen eral ly sou ght on ac c ou n t o f h is

dou ble talen t as a. m us ic ian a n d a p oe t, h e be c am e a fam il iar v i s itor a t th e hou se of a nAlsa t ian patr iot, Dietrich, Mayor of S trasbu rg. Th e w i fe a n d daughters of Die trichshared h i s en thu siasm fo r patriotism a n d th e re v olu tion . They lov ed th e you n goffi c er. They in sp ired h i s heart , h is p oe try, a n d h is m u sic an d tru sti n g to th e e arlyl isp in gs of h is gen i us, they w ere th e first to execu te h i s scarc e ly expre sse d thou ghts .

“I t w as th e w in ter o f 1 792, fam in e re ign ed a t S trasbu rg, th e Die trich fam ily w e re

p oor, a n d the ir table w as frugal , bu t i t wa s alw ays hosp itable to Rouge t. On e day, w henthe re w as n othin g on th e board bu t som e am m u n it ion -bread a n d a few sl ic es of h am ,

Dietrich , l ook ing a t D e Lisle w ith m e lan choly calm n e ss, said to h im ,Abu n dan ce i s

w an t in g a t ou r ban qu e t—bu t what m atters that when n e ither en thu siasm is w an t in ga t ou r c iv ic feasts

,n or c om 'age i n th e hearts o f ou r soldiers ? I hav e st il l a bottle o f

w in e left i n m y c el lar : le t i t be brought u p , a n d le t u s drin k to l iberty a n d to ou r

cou n try. Th ere w il l soon be a patriotic c elebrat ion a t S trasbu rg m ay these last d rOpsin sp ire D e Lisle w ith on e of those hym n s which c on v ey t o th e sou l of th e p eople th e intox ication from when c e they proc e ed . Th e you n g girls ap p lau ded ! brought i n th e w in e ,a n d filled th e glasses o f the ir aged fa ther a n d t h e you n g ofii c e r u n t il th e liqu or w asexhaus ted . I t w as m idn ight . Th e n ight w a s c old. De Lisle w a s i n a dream y state ! h isheart w as tou ched h is head wa s heated . Th e c old ov e rp ow e red h im ,

a n d h e totte redin to h is l on e ly room slow ly seek in g in sp irat ion ,

n ow i n h is p atriot ic sou l,n ow in h is

harps ichord ! som e tim es c om p osin g th e air be fore th e w ords, som e tim es th e w ordsbe fore th e air, a n d so c om bin in g them in h is thou ghts that h e h im sel f d i d n o t kn owwhe th er th e n ote s or th e v e rs es cam e first, an d that i t w a s im possible to separate th e

REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SONGS . 1 25

p oetry from th e m u sic , or th e sen t im en t from th e expression . He san g a ll, a nd set

down n oth i n g.Ov erp ow ered w ith this subl im e in sp irat ion , De Lisle w en t to sleep on th e h arpsi

chord, an d did n ot w ake u n t il day. H e re call ed th e son g of th e p rev iou s n ight w itha difficu lty l ike that w ith wh ich w e recal l th e im p ression s of a dream . H e n ow set

down th e w ords a n d m u sic,a n d r an w ith them to D ietrich, whom h e fou n d a t w ork in

th e garden . Th e w ife an d dau ghters of th e o ld patriot had n ot y et risen ! D ietrichaw aken ed them ,

an d in v ited som e frien ds wh o w e re a s passion ate ly fon d of m u sic ash im se lf, an d w ere c apable of execu t in g De Lisle ’

s com p osit ion . H is e ldest da ughte rp layed th e ac com p an im en t , whi le Rouge t su n g. A t th e first stan za, a ll facestu rn ed p ale a t th e se c on d, tears r an down ev ery cheek a n d a t th e last , a l l th e

m adn ess of en thu siasm broke forth. D ietrich, h i s w ife , h is dau ghters, an d th e you ngoffic er, fel l w eep in g in to each other’s a rm s : th e hy m n of th e c ou n try w as fou n d. I t

w a s dest in ed,alas to be also th e hym n of te rror. A few m on ths afterwards th e n u

fortu n ate D ietrich w en t to th e scaffold to th e sou n d of th e v ery n otes whi ch had theiror igin on h is ow n hearth , in th e hear t of h i s frien d, an d in th e v oi ces of h is ch ildren .

Th e n ew son g exec u ted som e days afterw ards a t Strasbu rg fl ew from c ity to c ity ,be in g p layed by a ll th e pu bl ic orchestras. Marse i ll es adopted i t to b e su n g a t th e

begin n in g an d c lose of ev ery session of its c lu bs. Th e Marse il laises spread i t throu ghFran c e , s in gin g i t o n the ir rou te, when c e i t acqu ired th e n am e o f Th e Marse i l laise .

’

Th e old m other of D e Lisle , w h o w as a p iou s royal ist, w as horr ified a t hear in g th ee cho of h e r son ’

s v oice , a n d w rote to h im ,

‘What 1 s th is rev olu t ion ary hym n wh ich issu n g abou t Fran c e by a herde of robbers, an d w ith whi ch ou r n am e i s c on n ec ted ?D e Lisle h im self, afterwards p rosc ribed a s a r oyal ist, heard w i th a shu dder h i s ownson g a s h e fled throu gh a pass in th e Upp er Alp s. Wh at is th e n am e of that hym n ?

’

h e asked h is gu ide . Th e Marse illaise , ’ w a s th e p easan t ’s rep ly. I t w a s then that h elearn t th e n am e of h is own w or k . H e w a s pu r su ed by th e en thu siasm w hich h e hadsc atte red behin d h i m

, an d escap ed death w ith diffi cu lty. Th e w eap on recoile d again stth e han d wh ich had forged it ! th e rev olu t ion in its m adn ess n o longer rec ogn ised i tsown v oic e .

”

To explain th e c on c lu din g p art o f th e abov e extrac t, i t shou ld be stated that Rougetd e Lisle w a s im p r ison ed du rin g th e Re ign of Terror, an d l iberated by th e rev olu t ionof th e Therm idor.Although th e Marse illaise w a s th e u su al ac com p an im en t of th e n u m erou s exe cu

t ion s wh ich took p lac e du rin g th e terrible ep och of i ts c om p os it ion ,it is less san gu in ary

in its ton e than th e other rev olu t ion ary son gs.

CA IRA 1”

ALL w ill go right , —Will go right , —will go right ,All w ill su c c e ed

,thou gh m a l ign a n ts a r e stron g

A ll w ill go right , -wi ll go right , —w ill go right,Thu s says th e p eop le by d ay an d by n ight .

Dism a l will soon be ou r en em ie s’ pl ightWhile J u bi la te we sin g w ith de light .

All w ill go right ,— w ill go right , —will goSin gin g a lou d a joyou s son g

,

W e w ill shou t w ith a l l ou r m ightAll wil l go right , —Wil l go right ,— w ill goAll wi l l su cc eed

,&c .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONG S .

Wha t Bo ileau sa id on c e th e c lergy to sp ite ,P r ov

’d h im a tr uly prophet ica l Wight .

All w ill g o right ,— w il l go right ,— wil l go right ,Takin g th e o ld gospel -tru th for the ir textA l l wi ll go right ,— w il l go right , -w ill g o right ,Ou r legisla tors w il l w ork it ou t qu iteBrin gin g th e prou d from the ir in solen t he ight

,

Makin g th e lot o f th e lowly m en brightTr u th ev’ry sou l shal l illu m e w ith h er l ight

,

Til l su perstition sha l l qu ickly take fli ght .

Fren chm en n e’er w il l be p erplex

’d

Whole som e laws to k e ep in sight .

All w il l go right , w il l go right , —w ill go right ,Al l will su c c e ed

,&c .

All w ill go right , - w il l go right , —will g o right ,Pierro t a n d Margot sin g a t th e gu i ng u ette

All will g o right , - w ill g o right , -wil l go right ,Good t im es approa ch, a n d rejo ic in gs in vite .

Right wa s on c e on ly th e n oblem an’s m i ght

,

As fo r th e peop le h e sc r ew’d them down t ight .

All w il l go right ,— w ill go right , -w ill go rightNow a l l th e c lergy a r e w e ep in g for Sp ite ,F or we have rescu ed th e prey from th e kite .

Th e saga c iou s La fay etteEvery wr o n g w ill pu t to flightA ll w ill go right , -wil l go right ,— w il l go right ,All w il l su c c eed

,&c .

All w il l go right ,— wi ll go right , —w ill go right ,Wh i le th e Assem bly sheds lu stre so c learAll w il l go right , -w ill go right , —w il l go right ,We

’l l sta n d on gu ard by th e r ay o f the ir light .

Fa lsehood n o lon ger c a n da zzle ou r sight,

F or th e go od c au se we a r e re ady to fightA ll w ill go right , —w ill g o right , —w ill g o right ,Al l th e ( tr iste s a r e bu rstin g with spite ,W e o f th e pe op le a r e la ughin g ou tright .

W e the ir stru ggles d o n o t fe a r,

Right w il l triu m ph over m ight .

All will go right , go right ,—w ill go right ,A l l w ill su c c eed , &c .



All wil l go right ,— w ill go right ,— w ill go right ,Little a n d great th e sam e fe e lin gs in sp ire .

No n e w ill prove fa lse in so gloriou s a fightView s m ay be cro oked

,bu t w ords w ill have m ight .

Al l w il l go r ight,

-w ill go right ,— w ill go right ,Hither

,wh o w ill

,

”w e hea r Fre edom in vite

An d to h e r c a ll w e reply with de light .Fearin g n e ither sword n or fir e

,

Fra n c e w ill keep h e r glory bright .A l l wi ll go right , -wi l l go right , —will go right ,Al l w ill su c ceed

,(ire .

ORIGINAL.

AH ca i r a , ca ir a , ea ir a ,Le p eu p le en c e j ou r san s c esse re’peteAh ea i r a , ea ir a , ca ir a ,Ma lgré l es m u t in s

,tou t r eu ssi r a .

N os en n em is c on fu s en resten t la,Et n ou s a llon s chan ter a llelu i a .

Ah ca i ra, ca ir a , ca ir a ,

En chan ta n t u n e chan son n ette ,Ave c pla isir o n dira

Ah ! ca ir a , ca ir a , ca ir a ,Le p eup le en c e jou r sa n s c e sse repeteAh ! ea ir a , ea i r a , ea i r a ,Ma lgré l es m u tin s

,tou t r eu ssir a .

Qu an d Bo il eau,j adis

,d a c l ergé parl a ,

Com m e u n prophete i l prédit c e l a .

Ah ca i r a , ca ir a , ca i r a ,

Su iva n t les m axim e s d e l’Ev an gil e

Ah ca i r a , ea ir a , ca ir a ,D u legi sla teu r tou t s

’a c com plir a

Ce lu i qu i s’e’

lev e,on l

’aba isser a

Et qu i s’aba isse

,o n l ’elev er a .

Ah ea ir a , ea ir a , ea ir a ,Le p eu ple en c e jou r san s c esse repete ,Ah ca ir a , ca i r a , ca ir a ,Ma lgré le s m u tin s

,tou t r eu ssi r a .

1 28 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONGS .

Le vra i c a téchi sm e n ou s in stru iraEt l

’afl

'

r eu x fan atism e s’e te in d r a

Pour etre a la lo i do c il e,

Tou t Fra n ca is s’exer c er a .

Ah ca i r a, ca Ir a

, ca Ir a,

Le p eu ple en c e jour san s c esse rep eteAh ca ir a , ea ir a , ca ir a ,Malgré les m u t1 n s

,tou t r e

’

u ssn'

a .

Ah ca ir a , ea ir a , ea ir a

Pierro t e t Margo t chan ten t a la gu in gu ette ,Ah ca ir a , ea i r a , ea ir a .

Réjou isson s-n ou s,le bon tem ps revien dra .

Le p eu ple Fr an ca is j a dis a qu ia .

L’a r i sto c r a te d it M ea cu lp a .

Ah ea ir a ,

l

ea ir a , ea i ra ,Le cl ergé regrette le bien qu ’il a

,

Par ju stic e la n a t ion l ’au r aP a r le pru den t Lafayette ,Tou t trou ble s

’apa iser a .

Ah 9a ir a , ea ir a , ea ir a , &c .

Ah ea ir a , ca ir a , ca ir a ,P ar le s fl am be au x d e l

’au gu ste a ssem blée

,

Ah ca ir a , ca ir a , ca ir a ,Le peu ple a rm é to n j o l l 1 ’

s se ga rdera .

Le vr a i d ’a v e c le fa u x l ’o n c on n a itr a

,

Le c itoye n pou r le bien sou tien dra .

All ca ir a , ca ir a , ea u*

a,

Qu an d l ’a r isto c r a te prote stera ,Le bon c itoyen au n e z lu i riraSa n s avo ir l ’am e trou bl ée ,Ton j ou rs le p lu s fort sera .

A h ! ca i r a , ea i ra , ca i r a ,Ma lgré le s m u t in s

,tou t réu ssira .

Ah ca i r a , ca i r a , ea i ra ,Pe tits c om m e gran ds son t so lda ts dan s l ’am e .

Ah ca ir a , ca i ra , ca i ra ,Pe n da n t la gu erre

,a u cu n n e trahi ra .

Ave c c oeu r tou t bon Fra n ca is c om ba ttraS

’il vo it d u lou che

,hardim en t p arlera .



Fa ir liberty m ay a ll pay hom age u n to theeTrem ble

, y e tyra n ts, n ow th e ven gefu l d ay is n ear.Death, ra ther de a th than slavery

,

”

This is th e m o tto Fren chm en bear.

Thou,whom th e lo v e o f fre edom warm s

,

Com e from th e sou th o f Eu r ope , c om e

Ou r brother thou sha lt be in a rm s

Th ou gh tyra n n y po llu te s th y hom e .

Fa ir liberty m ay a ll a ssem ble a t th y n am e

De a th to ou r tyran ts, n ow th y ven gefu l d ay i s n ear.All c ou n tri es w e w ou ld c a ll th e sam e

,

All Fren ch, wh o ho ld the ir freedom dear.

With ev’ry p eopl e , n e ar an d fa r ,W e ow n e tern al bro therhood

Aga in st a l l kin gs, u n c e a sin g w a r ,Till tyran n y is drown ’d in blood .

Fa ir li berty m ay a l l a ssem ble a t th y n am e

Dea th to ou r tyra n ts,— n ow th e ve n gefu l d ay n ea r.Fran c e views a ll n at ion s a s th e sam e

To whom the ir l iberty is dear.

ORIGINAL.

VEILLONS a u sa lu t d e 1’Em p ire ,

Ve illon s au m a in tien d e n o s dro itsSi l e despot ism e c on sp ire ,Con sp iron s la p ert e (l e s ro is

Liberté (bis) qu e tou t m ort e l te ren d e hom m age .

Trem bl ez,tyra n s, vou s a l lez exp ier v os forfa its

P lfitot la m ort qu e l’esc lav ag e

C’est la devise d e s Fra n ca is .

D u sa lu t d e n o tre p a trieD epe n d c e lu i d e l ’u n iv e r sSi j a m a is e l le e st a sservie ,Tou s le s p eu ple s son t da n s les fe rs .

Liberté (bis) qu e tou t m ortel te ren de hom m age .

Trem ble z, tyra n s , vou s a l le z exp ier v o s fo 1f a itsPluto‘

s la m or t qu e l’e scla v age

C’

est la devise (le s Fra n ca is.

REVOLU TIONARY AND PATRIOTI C SONGS .

En n em is d e la tyra n n ie,

Pa ra issez tou s, a rm e z v o s bra s,

D u fon d de l’Eu r ope avili eMa rche z a v e c n ou s au x com bats.

Liberte (bi s) qu e c e n om sa cré n ou s ra l l iePou r su ivon s le s tyran s, pu n isson s leu rs forfa itsN ou s servon s la m em e pa trieLes hom m es l ibre s son t Fra n ca is .

J u r on s un io n etern e lle

Ave c tou s le s peu ples diversJu r on s u n e gu e rre m orte lleA tou s le s ro is d e l ’u n i v e r s.

Liberté (bi s) qu e c e n om sa c ré n ou s ra llie .

Pou rsu ivon s le s tyran s, pu n isson s leu rs forfa itsOn n e vo it plu s qu

’u n e pa trie

Qu a n d on a l’am e d

’u n Fran c a is.

Th is son g h as th e hon ou r of be in g on e of th e e arl ie st of th e r ev olu t ion a ry'

p er iod .

Th e w ord “ Em p ire c on trasts lu dic rou sly en ou gh w ith th e date of th e p rodu c t ion ,

1 791 bu t it h a s been sagac iou sly observ ed, th at th e se em in g an achron ism h a s m e re lyarisen from th e n ec essity of fin ding a rhym e to c on sp ire so that Em p ire m u st

b e taken to m ean state in gen e ral . Thou gh the re is n othin g str ik in g i n th e w ords,this son g w as n o t on ly o n e of th e earl iest, bu t also on e of th e m ost p opu lar of th er ev olu t ion ary ep och ! an d -th e m u sic , by D a lay r a c , wh ich w a s app ropriated to i t, thoughorigin ally c om p osed for a n am atory ballad, en t itled Vou s

, qu i d’

am ou r eu se av en tu re ,”bec am e a fav ou rite m il itary m arch .

1 32 REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SONG S .

LA CARMAGN OLE .

GREAT Madam Ve to i f swore o n e d ayTh e folks of Pa 1 i s sh e w ou ld slayOu r c an n on iers so stou t

,

Soon pu t m y lady ou t .

We’ll da n c e th e Ca rm agn o leBrothe rs r ejo i c e ,— brothers rej o ic e .

We’l l da n ce th e Ca rm agn o l eHa il to th e c an n on

’s vo ic e .

Grea t Mon sieu r Veto swore on e d ayH is c ou n try h e w ou ld n e

’er be tray

H is prom ise h e forgot ,S o h e shall go to po t .

We’ll da n c e th e Ca rm agn o le

,&c .

Th e n ickn am e o f Mon sieu r Ve to w a s p op u larly giv en to Lou is ac cou n tof h is refu sal to san c t ion th e decree again st th e n on -ju r ing p riests .


l 3 h REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTI C SONGS .

Th e gen s- d’a rm e s sw ear they’ll firm ly stan d

As gu ardia n s o f the ir n a t ive la n dThey hea rd th e c an n on

’s sou n d

,

An d ba ckw ard w ere n o t fou n d .

We’ll dan c e th e Ca rm agn o le , (h e .

Com e,frien ds

,u n ited w e w ill be

,

Then w e sha l l fea r n o en em yI f an y fe es a tta ck

,

We’ll ga ily bea t them ba ck .

We’ll da n c e th e Carm agn ole

,&e .

A ga llan t sa n s cu lotte am I,Th e frien ds o f Lou is I defyLon g l ive th e M a r se i llo is

,

Th e Bre ton s a n d th e law s.

We’ll da n c e th e Ca rm agn o le

,Ar e .

Th e Faubourgs’ v a l ian t sa n s ca lc i te ,Oh

,n ever be h is n am e forgo t

B u t jovia lly fi ll u pTo h im th e o ther cu p .

We’ll dan c e th e Carm agn ole

,di e .

ORIGINAL.

MADAM VETO ava it prom isD e fa ire égorger tou t Pa risMa is son c ou p a m an qu e,

G r itc e n o s c an n on ié .

Da n son s la Carm agn o le ,

Vive le son vive le son

Dan so n s la Ca rm agn o le,

Vive le son d u c a n on

Mon sieu r Ve to a va it prom is (bis)D ’etre fidele a sa pa trie (bi s)Ma is i l y a m a n qu e

’

,

N e fa ison s plu s p a rt ié .

Dan son s la Ca rm agn ole , (be .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONGS . 1 35

An to in et te ava it réso lu (bis)D e n ou s fa ire tom ber su r r

Ma is son c ou p a m an qu e’,

El le a le n e z ca ssé.

Da n son s la Ca rm agn o le,(h e .

Son m axi,se croya n t va in qu e u r

, (bi s)Con n a issa it pe u n otre v a leu r. (bis)V a

,Loui s

,gro s pa ou r ,

D u tem p le da n s la tou r .Dan so n s la Ca rm agn o le

,(ire .

Le s Su isse s ava ie n t tou s prom is (bis)!

Qu’ils fera ien t feu su r n o s am is (bi s)Ma is c om m e i ls on t sa u te

’

,

Com m e i ls o n t tou s da n seChan ton s n o tre vic to ire

, &c .

Qu an de An to in e tte V it la tou r, (bi s)

Elle vo u lu t fa ir’ dem i- to u r (bi s)Elle ava it m a l a u c oeu rD e se vo ir sa n s hon n eu r.

Da n son s la Ca rm agn o le,(ir e .

Lorsqu e Lou is V i t fo ssoyer, (bis)

A c eu x qu ’il voya it tra v a il ler, (bi s)

I l disa it qu e pou r p euI l éta it da n s c c l ieu .

Dan son s la Carm agn o le,di e .

Le p atriote a p ou r am is (bi s)Tou s le s bo n n e s ge n s d u p ays (bi s)Ma is i ls se sou t ien dron tTou s a u son d u c a n on .

Dan son s la Carm agn ole,(h e .

L’a r isto cr a te a pou r am is (bi s)

Lou s le s roya list ’s a Pa ris (bis)I l vou s le s sou t ien dron tTou t c om m

’d es vra is p o ltron s.

Dan son s la Carm agn ole, (h e .


La g en d a rm’ri e ava it p rom is (bis)

Qu ’e lle sou t ien dr a it la patrie (bis)Ma is ils n

’on t p a s m an qu e

Au son d u c a n on n i é .

Dan son s la Ca rm agn ole, &c .

Am is,reston s tou jou rs u n is

,

N e cra ign on s p as n os en n em i s

S’ils vi en n en t a tta qu er,

N ou s le s feron s sau ter.Dan son s la Ca r m agn ol e

,(ir e .

Ou i, je su is san s c u lotte , m o i

,

En dép it d e s am i s du r o i, (bi s)

Viv en t le s M a r sel lo i s,

Le s Breton s et n os lo is .

Dan son s l a Carm agn ol e,&e .

Ou i,n Ou s n ou s sou vien dron s toujo ru s

D es sa n s c u lotte s d es fau bou rgs . (bi s)A la w san té

,bu von s.

Viven t c e s bon s lu ron sDan son s la Ca rm agn ole ,Viv e le son vive le son

Da n son s la Ca rm agn o le,

Vive le son du c an on

We shou ld n o t hav e in serted th is de tes tabl e i n su l t offe red by a l ic en tiou s m ob to

fal le n gr e atn ess , i f i t w e re le ss ofte n m e n t ion ed i n c on n e c tion w i th th e e v e n ts o f t h ere v olu tion . I t w a s c om posed i n Au gu st , 1 792, o n th e oc cas ion o f th e in carc e rat ion o f

t h e royal fam ily i n th e Te m p le , a n d be cam e th e u su al ac c om pan im e n t o f m assac re sa n d orgie s . Carm agn ol e i s a fort ified tow n i n Piedm on t, a n d i t i s n o t im poss ible th att h e air

,a n d t h e d an c e wh ich be lon gs t o i t, w ere brought from that c ou n try .

A s a n in stan c e o f th e l en gth to w h ich san gu in ary jes t in g w a s earn ed on i n th e

terrible days o f th e rev olu t ion ,w e m a y here opportu n e ly qu ote a stan za from a son g

c om p osed abou t two years after th e Carm agn oleLa g ui lloti n e e s t n u bijouQu i de v ien t d c s p lu s a la m od e ,

J'

c n y eu x u n e en bois d ’

a c ajou

Qu e jc m e t trai su r m a c om m ode .

J e l’

e ssa ie r a i soir c t m atinPou r n o p a s p a r a i tr e n ov ic e ,S i p a r m alh e u r l e le n de m ainA m o u tou r j'etais d c se r v ic e .


1 38 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONG S .

A nd let th e blo od of tyran t a n d o f slaveHon our th e w eapon ble ssed by age .

Then to Ou r hu m ble c ottage c om e,

With wou n ds a n d glory a s y ou r prize'

When tyra n ts have re c e ived the ir do om,

Then, children , c om e to c lo se ou r eyes.

Com e,brethren

,th e republic c a l ls

,Ar e .

A CHILD .

W e en vy Via la ’s a n d Ba rra ’

s lot,

Vic tors w ere they,thou gh d o o m ’d to ble ed

VVe igh’d down by ye ars

,th e c owa rd liveth n o t

W h o dies fo r freedom l ive s in de ed .

With y ou w e w ou ld a ll da n gers brave,

Lead u s a ga in st ou r tyra n ts the nNon e i s a child exc ept th e slave

,

Whil e a l l republica n s a r e m en .

Com e,brethren

,th e repu bli c c a l ls

,&c .

A WIFE .

Hu sban ds,rej o ic in g

,se ek th e pla in of dea th,

A s pa ttern s fo r a ll w a rriors shin eFlowers w il l w e plu ck to m ake th e Victor’s w rea th ,Our ha n ds th e la u re l - crown w il l tw in e .

When,you r bl e st Ma n e s to re c e iv e

,

Fam e sha l l h e r pOIt a ls Op en flin gStil l in o u r son gs you r n am e s sha l l l ive

,

From u s sha ll yo rn '

a v e n gers sprin g.

Com e,bre thren

,th e repu blic c a ll s

,th e .

A YOUNG GIRL.

W e,wh o kn ow n ou ght o f Hym en

’s gen tle

B u t sisters o f you r hero e s a r e

\Ve bid y ou ,c it izen s

,if y ou de sire

With u s ou r de stin y t o share,

Radia n t w ith l ibe lt y to c om e,

An d glory p i u'

ch a sed w ith you r blood ,Th e j oyfu l re c ord brin gin g hom e

Of u n iversa l bro therho od .

Com e,br c tln '

en,th e repu bl ic c a lls

, (ire .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONG S . 1 39

THREE WARRIORS .

Here,before G od

,u pon ou r swords we swear

To a l l w h o c rown this l ife w ith joy ,To m others

,sisters

,w ives a n d children de ar

,

Th e fou l Oppressor t o destroy.

In to th e bla ck aby ss o f'

n igh t

Hu r l’d every gu ilty k in g sha l l be

Fran c e o’e r th e w orld sha l l spread th e light

Of en dle ss p ea ce a n d l iberty.

Com e,breth r en

,th e repu bl ic c a l ls

,th e .

ORIGINAL.

LA victo ire en Chan tan t n ou s ou vr e la barriereLa liberte gu ide n o s p a s,

Et du N o r d a u Midi la trom pett e gu erriereA son n é l ’heu re d e s c o m ba ts.

Trem blez , en n em is d e l a Fra n c eRo is ivr e s d e san g e t d

’o rg u e i l

Le peu ple so uvera in s’a v an c e

Tyran s,desc en dez au c ercu e il

La répu bl iqu e n ou s app elle ,

Sa chon s va in cre ou sa chon s p érirU n Fran ca is do it vivre p ou r e l le ,Pou r e lle u n Fra n ca is do it m ourir

UN E MERE DE FAMILLE .

D e n o s yeu x m a t ern e ls n e cra ign ez pa s le s larm es

'

!

Lo in d e n ou s d e laches dou leu rsN ou s devon s triom pher qu a n d vou s pren ez les arm es

C’est au x ro is a verser d e s p leu rs

N ou s vou s avon s don n e’ l a v i e,

Gu erri ers e l le n’e st p lu s a vou s

Tou s v os j ou rs se n t a l a pa trieElle e st vo tre m ere ava n t n ou sLa repu bl iqu e n ou s app el le , (Si c .


DEUX V IELLARDS .

Qu e le fer patern e l a rm e la m a in d es bravesSon gez a n ou s

,au cham p d e Mars

Con sa crez dan s le san g d es ro is e t d es esclavesLe fer bén i pa r v os v i e ll a rd s

Et rapport an t sou s la chau m iereD e s ble ssu re s et d es ver tu s

,

Ven ez ferm er n o tre pau p ier eQu an d le s tyr an s n e sero n t p lu sLa répu bl iqu e n ou s app el le , (ir e .

UN ENFANT .

D e Barra , d e Via la , l e se i t n ou s fa it en vieI ls son t m ort

,m a is i ls on t va in cu .

Le lache a c cable’ d’a n s 1 i’a po in t c on n u la v ie

Qu i m eur t pou r l e p eu p le a v éeu .

Vou s etes va il la n ts,n ou s l e som m es

Gui de z -n ou s c on tre les tyr a n sLes républ ic a in s son t d e s hom m e s

,

Les e sc lave s son t d es e n fan tsLa re

’

pu bliqu e n ou s app e lle , drc .

UNE l ‘ZPOUSE .

Pa r tez, va ill an ts épou x les c om ba ts son t

Pa rtez,m odele s (l e s g uerriers .

N ou s cu e i lleron s d e s fl eu r s p ou r e n c e in dreN os m a in s tre ssero n t d e s la u riersEt

,si le tem ple d e m ém o ire

S’Ou v r a it a v os m fin es v a in qu em

’

s,

N os vo ix cha n teron t vo tre glo ire ,Et n os fla n es port en t v o s ven ge u rs.

La répu bl iqu e n ou s a pp e l le , (be .

UN E JEUNE FILLE .

E t n ou s,soeu rs d es héros

,n ou s qu i d e l

’h ym én ée

Ign oron s le s a im able s n oeu ds,



LE VEN GEUR.

G la dly for fre edom to exp ire ,An d n ever to h er fe e s to yie ld !

Su ch w a s ou r c ou ntry’s high de sire

,

An d prou dly h a s i t be e n fu lfil led .

To Rom a n a n n a ls,a s th e fou n t

Of gra n dest vir tu e,d o n o t g o

On e De c iu s on ly c a n they show,

While om‘

s by hu n dreds w e c an c ou n t .

Ou r sa ilors w ith th e blood o f slave sTh e o c ea n have a lready dyed

An d n ow ou r v esse ls,o’er th e wa ves

,

Lade n w ith prize s ga ily ride .

Th e V cwgciw'

,torn by m a n y a w ou n d

,

Close to th e o thers c a n n o t ke epB u t fa r behin d i s forc ed t o c re ep

Th e En gl ish squ adr on hem s h e r rou n d .

Yie ld,c u rsed pa trio ts tha t y e be ,

Thu s th e a ssa ssin s loudly c ryYie ld to a de spo t

’s blo od-hou n ds we

Repu bl ica n s wou ld ra ther d ie .

ILEN CE n o lon ger shou ld w e keep ,Whe n sh e

,wh o w a s ou r n avy’

s

p ride ,H a s fre e ly su n k in to th e de ep ,An d En glan d’s c a n n on ade s

defied .

c a st th y m ou rn i n g-ve ilaway

,

Le t n ew -

p lu ck’d l au re ls de ck

th y brow ,

Ou r losses a r e ou r glorie sn ow

,

‘

vVith exu lta tion w e c an say .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTI C SONGS . 1 43

N o,n o

,w e a r e prepared to te a ch

That ’tis you r offic e t o ret ire

Th e fe e w oul d p arl ey, bu t ou r fi r eBu rsts forth an d in te rru pts h is spe e ch .

Th e En gl ish chie fs a r e m adden ’d a ll,

That su ch resistan c e -w e c a n m akeAn d l on g u p on the ir sa ilors c a ll

,

The ir thirst fo r dre ad reven ge t o slake .

B u t y et , in sp ite of a l l the ir i r e,

The ir lips c on fess th e fa ta l tru th,

The se Fren ch a r e m ade o f flin t,forsooth

An d an swer every tou ch with fi r e .

”

Th e c an n on a de begin s a n ew,

Th e En gli sh m a sts a r e overthrown,

An d Wide ly o’e r th e wa ters str ewn

,

Th e fe e it se em s w e sha l l su bdu e .

N o t o the ir rage i s fo od su ppl ied ,F or am ple p owde r st ill i s leftTh e V en geu r i s o f a ll be re ft

,

Exc ept h e r glory a n d h er pride .

N ou ght gu a rds u s from th e le opa rd’s j aws

,

Ou r am m u n ition i s r u n ou t

After a m om en t’s an xiou s pau se ,

Arises hon ou r’s partin g shou t .

A ll ,— dyin g,— wou n ded,

-take the ir pla ceUpon th e d e ck , w ith he arts e la te

,

N0 m an o f Fran c e w ill he sita teBetween destr uct ion an d disgra c e .

iVithi n e a ch bo som va lou r dw e l ls,

Thou gh every on e h is da n ger kn ow sTh e sh a tter

’d fl ag w ith a n ger sw e l ls

,

An d th e th r e e - co lou r prou dly shows.

Now sparkle s eve ry ey e aga inA hero i s e a ch dyin g m an

,

Th e n otes o f th e exp irin g swan,

They im ita te in m artia l stra in .

Of h Ope , i t w e re i n va i n to thin k,B u t n on e the ir de st in y dep lore

REVOLU TIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONG S .

Th e m ore they fe e l th e ve sse l sin k,

The ir va lou r se em s to rise th e m ore .

St il l th e Repu bl ic fil ls their sou lsAm i d th e w ave s they shou t h er n ame

,

Which,wa fted by a sea o f flam e

,

To Brita in ’s c ou rt triu m phan t rol ls .

A golden bra n ch,for ever yo u n g

,

In a n c ien t fable w e a r e t o ld,

Plu c k’d by th e gu il ty

,n ew ly spru n g

Still brighte r glorie s to u n fo ld .

We’ll show th e hau ghty Brit ish ra c e

,

Th e Fren chm an c an su ch hon ou r boa st,

Tha t whe n o n e V ang/cu r w e have lost ,An other ha stes to t ake h er pl a c e .

Wha t i s this ve sse l,tha t appe ars

Im pa t ien t on th e sto cks to stayProu d o f th e gloriou s n am e sh e be ars

,

H e r heritage,— sl1 e darts aw ay 2

No adverse le t ou r he a r ts c an tam e,

Ye Bri ton s, y e c an p la in ly se e

F o r,thou gh th e ve sse l n ew m ay be ,

Th e c r ew tha t m an s h e r is th e sam e .

The re w er e few e xen ts du 1 1n g th e p e r iod o f th e Fr en ch Re v olu t ion wh ich h ad ag reate r e ffe c t 1 1 1 k in dl in g th e c n th u s i rsn r o f th e p e op le , o r i n in sp irin g th e ly r ic p oe tso f th e p er iod , than th e se l f-sa c r i fi c e o f th e c rew o f t h e Ven geu r . O n th e 1 st Ju n e ,1 794, w e l l kn ow n i n Engl ish n av al h istory a s th e G loriou s l s t o f J 1 1 1 1 0 , Lord How e ,i t is u n n e c essary to say , w h o c om m an ded th e Chan n e l fl e e t, gain ed a de c is iv e v ic toryov e r th e Fren ch . S ix o f th e Fre n ch sh ip s w ere take n

,bu t Le Ve n ge u r, al th ough

redu c ed to a m ere hu lk,re fu sed to su rren der , i n sp i te o f n u m erou s sol ic itat ion s an d ,

d ischargin g a last broads ide a t th e En gl ish ,san k i n th e w av e s w h rle th e c rew shou ted

Viv e la Répub l iqu c .

’ Tire Nat ion al Con v e n t ion ,w h o re c e iv ed in te l ligen c e of thi s

ev en t on th e 9th J u n e,ordere d that a m ode l Of Le Ve n ge u r sh ou ld b e su spe n ded in th e

v au l t of th e Pan theon , a n d that th e n am e s o f th e c rew shou ld b e in sc ribed o n a c olu m n .

A t'

th c sam e t im e a m ed a l w a s stru ck,w ith t h e in sc ript ion Le triom phe d u Ven geu r . ”

Th e son g,o f which th e abov e is a v e rs ion ,

i s by n o m ean s re m arkab le for p oe ticalm erit ! bu t i t is too charac te rist ic o f th e p eriod to b e om itted . I t a pp ears in th e c o lle c tion o fMM . D em c r sa n a n d Segu r, w i thou t a n au thor 's n am e .



Th e Fre edom o f tw o hem ispheres’Tis Lafaye tte

,w ith sn owy head 3

Oh, days w ith glory to be c r own’d

Paris h er a n c ien t c ry h a s fou n d .

Hast e th e fo e t o m e et,&c .

Th e t ri c o lor is ra ised on highWith ho ly raptu re w e c an se e

,

Shin in g aga in st a c l ou dy sk y ,

Th e ra in bow o f o u r li be rt y.

Oh,days w ith gl ory to b e c r own

’d

Pa ris h e r a n c ie n t c ry h a s fou n d .

Haste th e fo e to m ee t,(i c e .

Thou soldier o f th e tric o lorOrlea n s— wh o bore i t lon g ago ,

Thy he a rt ’s blo od thou w ou ld’

st fre e lyWith tha t w e se e a lre ady fl ow .

Oh,days w ith gl ory to b e c r own

’d

Pa ris h er ba ttle—c ry h a s fou n d .

Ha ste th e fo e to m e e t, Ar c ,

Ye dru m s,ro l l forth th e sou n d o f de a th

,

Pro c la im ou r br e th r en’s e a rly doom

An d le t u s c a st th e la u re l -wre a thUp on the ir ho n ou rable tom b .

Tem p le w ith bays a n d cypre ss c r own’d,

Re c e ive them i n th y v a u lts profou n d.

March w ith n o ise le ss fe e t,

Ba re you r he ads to gr e e t ,Tha t pan the on ,

which the ir glory m akes c om ple te .

ORIGINAL.

PEUPLE Fr a n ca is , p e u p le d e bra ve s,La l ibe rté rou vre se s bra sOn n ou s disa it Soye z e sc la v e sN ou s a v o n s d it Soyo n s so lda tsSou da in Pa ris da n s sa m ém o ire ,A re trou ve son c r i d e glo ire .

REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTI C SONGS . 1 47

En avan t,m a rchon s

,

Con tre leu rs c an o n s,

A trave rs le fer , le feu d e s ba tta i llon s,Cou ron s a la vic to ire (bis)

Serrez v o s ra n gs qu ’o n se sou t ien n e

Ma rchon s cha qu e en fa n t d e ParisD e sa c artou che c itoyen n eFa it u n e ofl

’

r an d e a son p ays.

0 j ou rs d ’etern e lle m e

’

m o ir eParis n

’a plu s qu

’n n c r i d e glo ir e

En avan t,m archon s

,(h e .

La m itra il le en va in n ou s dévoreElle en fan t d e s c om ba ttan ts.

San s l e s bou l e ts voyez éc loreCe s vieu x gén érau x d e vin gt a n s .

0 j ou rs d ’éter n e lle m ém o ire

P aris n’a plu s qu

’n n c r i d e glo ire

En ava n t,m archon s

,th e .

Pou r briser le s m a sses profon de s,Qu i c on dui t n o s drapea u x sa n glan ts ?C’est la l iberte

’

d e s deu x m on des,

C’e st Lafayette en cheveu x blan cs.

0 jou rs d’éte r n e lle m ém o ire

Pa ris n’a plu s qu

’n n c r i d e glo ire

En a v an t,m archon s

, dzc .

Les tro is c ou leu rs son t reven u e s,

Et l a c o lon n e ave c fi e r té

Fa it briller a travers le s n u e s,

L’arc - en - c ie l d e la l iberté.

0 j ou rs d ’éte r n e l le m em o ire

Paris n’a p lu s qu

’u n e r i d e glo ire

En a v a n t,m archon s

,(ire .

So ldat d u dr ap eau tric olore ,D ’Or lean s

,to i qu i l

’a s porte

’

,

Ton san g se m éler a it en c oreA c e lu i qu ’il n ou s a c ofrte

’

,

Com m e au x be au x j ou rs d e n otre h isto Ir e,

Tu redira s c e c r i d e glo ir eEn ava n t

,m archon s

,th e .


Tam bou rs, du c on vo i d e n o s freresRou lez l e fu n ebre sign a l .E t n ou s d e lau ri ers p opu la iresCharge on s leu r c ercu e il triom pha l .O t em p le d e deu i l et d e glo ir eP a n th eon

,r eco i s leu r m ém o ire

Porton s- l e s,m archon s

,

D e c ou v r on s n os fron ts,Soyez im m o r tels vou s tou s qu e n ou s pleu ron s

Ma r tyr s d e la v ic to ire (bi s)

Th is c e lebrated son g’

of Casim ir Delav ig ne m ight alm ost be c al led th e Marse illa ise o f1 830—th e year o f i ts c om p os it ion .

THE AWAKEN IN G OF THE PEOPLE .

(LE REVEIL DU PEUPLE . )

J . M . SOURIGUERES .

W’

ha t gu ilty torpor bi nds y o uWake

,so v

’r e ign peop le ,

aw akeTo he l lish fien ds th e wre tche s

“7 11 0 lo n g w ith blo od the ir thir st to slakeW a r t o th e de a th — shou ld be yo ru '

c ryW a r t o a l l p a r tn e r s in the ir gu ilt

If y o u c ou ld on ly ha te a s I,

Th e blo od o f a l l w ere qu ickly spilt .

ATION o f brethr en,Fren chm en brave!

Fe e l y ou n o ho rro r a t th e sight,

When tre a son dare s h er fl ag to ,

wave ,Aw akin g c a rn age a n d afl ri gh t

Wha t sha ll a sa n gu in a ry ban dOf robbers a n d a ssa ssin s da re

To tram p le 0 1 1 you r n a tive lan d,

An d w ith the ir bre a th pollu te th ea ir


REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTI C SONG S .

Gu erre a t ou s les agen ts d u c rim e

Pou rsu iv on s- le s ju squ’au trépa s

Pa rtage l ’h o r r eu r qu i m’a n im e !

I ls n e n ou s échapp eron t p a s

Ah qu ’il péri ssen t c e s in fam es

E t c es égorgeu rs dév ora n ts

Qu i porten t a u fon d d e leu r s am e s,

Le c rim e e t l’am ou r d e s tyran s.

Man es p la in t ifs d e l’in n o c en c e

,

Ap a isez-vou s dan s v o s tom beau xLe j ou r ta rdif d e la v en gea n c eFa it en fin p ii li r v os bou rreau x

Voyez deja c om m e i ls frém i ssen tI ls n

’o sen t fu ir

,le s sc éléra ts

Le s tra ce s d e sa n g qu’i ls vom issen t

B ien tOt d é c e’

l er a ien t leu rs pa s.

Ou i,n ou s ju ro n s su r vo tre tom be

,

P a r n otre pays m a lheu reu x,

D e n e fa ir e qu’u n e héc a tom be

D e c e s c a n n iba les a ffreu x.

Représen ta n ts d’u n p eu p le ju ste ,

O,vou s leg isla teu r s hu m a in s

D e qu i la c on ten a n c e a u g uste

Fa it trem bler n os v ils a ssa ssin s,

Su ivez le c ou rs d e v o tre glo ireV o s n om s

,che rs a l ’h u m a n it e

’

,

Vo le n t a u t em ple d e m em o ir c,

Au se in d e l ’irn m o r ta l ité .

This san gu in ary p iec e o f bom bast , wh ich represen ts th e w orst fee l ing s of th e re v olu tion ,

w a s p roh ib i ted by orde r of th e D i r e c to ry i n 1 795 , w hich ordered th e p erform an c eo f Le M a rsei l la i se, Vei llon s a u sa lu t d c L

'

Em p i r e , Ca i r a , a n d t h e Ch a n t d i t D c’p a r f. Th e

pagan al lu sion s w ith wh ich th e son g i s fi lled giv e i t a n u n p opu lar appearan c e ! bu ti t m u st be rem em be red , that du r ing th e fe v e r o f th e rev olu tion ,

a n affec tation Of th ean tiqu e style had bec om e a lm ost a se c on d n atu re .

REVOLU TIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONGS . 1 51

A FOREIGN FOE WE FRENCHMEN HATE .

(LA FRANCE A L’

HORREUR DU SERVAGE . )

CASIMIR an d G ERMA IN DELAV IGNE .

Fran c e— ea st a side th y letha rgyThey thin k thee de ad

,—from sleep arise .

A d ay c an se e a n a rm y d i e,

B u t,oh

,a p eople n e v e r di es.

Fren chm en,—wi th Fre edom ’

s c ry advan c e,

V i c t’ry w ill e cho ba ck th e stra inW a r —war to tyr an ts in ou r Fran c eTh e hau ghty En gl ish n e

’er sha ll re ign .

Thou gh En gla n d n ow m ay l ift h er head ,En gl ish ou r Fran c e sha ll n e ’

er be m adeThou gh Briton s o ’

e r ou r so il a r e spread ,O ’

e r them ou r so il w ill so on be la id .

So qu ick w ith Fre edom ’s so n gs advan c e

,

V i c t’r y w ill e cho ba ck th e stra inVVa r

,— war to tyra n ts in ou r Fra n ce

Th e hau ghty En gl ish n e’er sha l l re ign .

ORIGINAL.

LA Fran c e a l’h o r r eu r d u serv age

,

Et si gran d qu i so it l e dan ger,Plu s gran d en cor e st son cou rage

FOREIGN yoke w e Fren chm en ha teHow ever grea t th e dan ger b e ,

‘vVe fe el ou r c ou r age st ill m ore great

,

Our la n d from fore ign fe es to fre e .

W e se e bright freedom ’s d ay a dvan c e

Th e l ip s of thou san ds j o in th e

stra in :

“Ta r

,wa r t o tyran ts in ou r Fran c e

Th e hau ghty En gl ish n e’er shal l

re ign .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTI C SONG S .

Qu an d i l fau t cha sser l ’etran ger.Qu an d i l fa u t cha sser, cha sser l

’etra n ger.

Vie n n e l e j ou r d e de l ivr a n c e,

D es c oeu rs c e vieu x c r i sort ira (bi s)

Gu err e au x tyra n s j am a is,j am a is en Fran ce

,

Jam a is l ’An gla is n e régn era . (bi s)N on

,n on

,n on

,j am a is

,n on

,

Jam a is,en Fran c e

,

Jam a is l ’ An gla is n e regn era,

N on !

Re’ve ille -to i

,Fra n c e Opprim ée

On t e c ru t m orte— et tu dorm ai s.

Un jou r vo it m ou rir u n e arm ée,

Ma is u n p eu ple n e m em t j am a is.

Jette le c r i d e deliv ra n c eEt la victo ire y rép on dra

Gu erre a u x tyran s,dr e .

En Fran c e j am a is l ’An g l eter r e

N ’a u ra va in c u p ou r c on qu érir

Le s solda ts y c ou v ren t la t erreLa t erre do it les y c ou vrir.

Jeton s le c r i d e de’li vran c eEt la victo ire y répon dra

Gu erre au x tyra n s jam a is,j a m a is en Fr a n c e

,

J am a is l ’An g la is n e regn era, (bi s)

N on,n on

,n on

,j am a is

,n on !

J am a is e n Fran c e,

Jam a is l ’An g la is n e re’gn era

,

N on !

T h is son g oc cu rs i n Ch a r les VI . , a n Ope ra by I l a lé vy , p rodu c ed i n 1 843. Th e opera,w e be l iev e , attain ed n o p erm an e n t repu tat ion , b u t th e son g is in serted here on ac c ou n to f th e great exc item en t which i t cau sed du rin g th e agitation of th e Syrian qu estion .


1 54 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATR IOTIC SONG S .

Ye Fren chm en,lon g revere th e n am e

Of h er wh o c ou ld you r lan d re storeThrou gh h er I l o st a l l w ish for fam e

,

Thr ou gh h er to hon ou r w ake on c e m ore .

A ll B ér an g er’

s m ore seriou s son gs h av e a p rac t ical Obje c t . Charles VII . an d h ism istress Agn es S orel a r e m ere ly rev iv ed t o arou se th e n at ion al Sp iri t of t h e Fren chagain st fore ign ers.

THE GODDESS .

(LA DRESSE . )

B ERA N GEE .

Over th e Go thic ru in s a s y ou p a st ,

You r tra in o f brave defe n ders swept a lon g,An d on you r p a thw ay flow ’

r y wrea ths w ere c a st,

While virgin s’ hym n s m ix ’d wi th th e ba ttl e -son g.

I,a poor orpha n ,

in m isfortu n e bred,

F o r fa te h er bittere st cu p a l lotted m e ,

Cried B e a paren t , in m y m o ther’s ste ad,

G oddess o f Liberty

Fou l deeds w ere do n e tha t gloriou s t im e to sham e,

B u t tha t— a sim p le child— I did n o t kn owI felt del ight to Sp e ll m y c ou n try

’s n am e

,

An d thought w ith horror of th e fore ign fo e .

N D i s i t y ou ,wh o on c e app e ared so

fa ir,

Whom a whol e p eop l e fol low’d

t o adore,

An d,thro n gin g a fter yoru ' t r i

u m ph a n t cha ir,

Ca l l’d y ou by h er gre a t n am e

,

who se fl ag y ou boreF lu sh

’d w ith th e a c clam at ion s o f

th e crowd,

Con sc iou s o f be au ty (y ou w erefa ir to se e

With you r n ew glory yOu w erej u stly prou d ,

G odde ss o f Liberty


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All arm ’d aga in st th e en em y’s a tta ckW e w ere so po or, bu t y et w e w ere so fre e

G ive m e tho se happy days o f childho od ba ck,

G oddess o f Liberty

Like a vo lc an o,which its a she s fl in gs

Un til its fi r e i s sm oth e r ’d by the ir fa ll,

Th e p eople sleep s th e fo e h i s ba lan c e brin gs,An d says

,We

’ll we igh th y tre a su re , u pstar t Gau l .

When to high Heaven ou r dru n ken vows we p a id ,An d w orship e

’en t o beau ty dared de cre e

,

You were our dream,

—th e shadow o f a shade,

G odde ss of Liberty

Aga in I se e y ou ,— t im e h as fl ed to o fa st,

You r eye s a r e lu stre le ss a n d love le ss n ow

An d when I sp eak abou t th e gloriou s pa st ,A blu sh o f sham e o

'

e r spr e ad s you r wrin kled brow .

St il l b e c o n so led y ou did n o t fa ll a lon e,

Thou gh lost th y you th , c a r , a ltar, flow ers,m ay be ,

Virtu e an d glory,to o

,a r e w ith thee gon e

,

G odde ss o f Liberty

Beran ger,i n th is son g

,w ritten som e t im e after th e Restoration

,looks back i n

m e lan choly m ood on th e hop e fu l dream s o f th e Fren ch p opu lac e , w hen th e so -c al ledGoddess o f Reason w a s p araded th rou gh th e streets in D e c . , 1 793, a t w hich date

th e p oet w a s 1 3 years o f ag e . H e is su pposed to addre ss t h e fem ale w h o p erson ifiedReason on th e oc casion ,

a n d i t i s im p oss ible n o t t o p erc e iv e that som e thin g l ike c ont em p t for th e exc esses of th e re v ol u t ion i s m in gl ed w ith th e regre ts of th e Rep u bl ic an .

M . d e Lam art in e thu s de sc ribes th e p roc ess ion to w hich Beran ger allu de s On th e

2oth of Dec em ber, th e day fixed for th e i n stal lat ion of th e n ew w orsh ip (of Reason ), th ec om m u n e s

,

‘

th e c on v en t ion , a n d th e au thorit ie s of Paris p roc eeded in a body to th ec athedral . Chau m ette , ass isted by Lai s , a n ac tor of th e Op era, had arran ged th e p lano f th ef e

‘

te. Ma d lle . Ma ll ia r d , a n ac tress , bril l ian t w ith you th an d talen t,late ly a fa v o u

r ite o f th e Qu een ,a n d alw ays adm ire d by th e pu bl ic , had been c om p e l led, by th e

m en ac es of Chau m e tte,to p lay th e p art o f th e p op u lar div in ity . S h e en t ered

,born e i n

a p alan qu in ,th e c an opy of w h ich w a s for m ed o f bran ches o f oak . Wom en ,

dre sse d i nw hite , a n d ador n ed w i th tr i -c olou red sashes, p re c eded h e r . Th e p opu lar soc ie t ie s, t h efratern al soc ie t ies of w om en

,th e re volu t ion ary c om m itte es, th e se c t ion s, bes ides ,

grou p s o f sin gers a n d dan c ers from th e op e ra, su rrou n de d th e thron e . At t ired w ithth e theatrical bu sk in s on h e r feet , w ith th e Ph rygian c ap o n h e r head

, a n d w ith a blu echl am ys ov e r a n alm ost tran sparen t w hite tu n ic , th e p riestess w a s born e to th e foot o ft h e al tar, t o th e sou n d of m u sical in stru m en ts , an d took h er seat in th e m os t sacredp lac e . Beh in d h e r bu rn ed a n im m en se torch, sym bol isin g th e flam e o f ph ilosophy ,w h ich w a s hen c e forth to be th e on ly l ight o f th e chu rches . Th e ac tre ss l igh ted th e

t orch, an d Chau m e tte tak in g th e c e n ser from th e han ds of tw o ac olytes, fe l l on h is

kn ees a n d offe red u p in c en se . Dan c e s a n d hym n s en chan ted th e sen se s o f th e

sp ec tators .


THE MARQUIS DE CARAB AS .

BERANGER.

Hea r m e, y e va ssa ls a ll ,

Ca ste l lan s,ville in s

,gre a t a n d

Throu gh m e,thr ou gh m e a lon e

,

Th e ki ng w a s set u pon hi s thron e .

I f h e shou ld n egle ct,

Al l th e de ep re sp e c tW hich I c la im

,to p a y ,

Then th e deu c e I ’l l play.

C'hap ea u ba s d rap ea u ba s

Ha il to th e Ma rqu is o f Ca r aba s .

T hou gh to c a lu m n ia teMy n am e

,they o f a m il ler pra te

My l in e age I tra c eTo o n e o f Little Pep in

’s ra ce

By m y a rm s I kn ow,

The re i s n on e c a n showSu ch a p edigre e ,No t h i s Maj e sty.

C hap m a n ha s ch ap ea u ba s

Ha il to th e Ma rqu is o f Ca raba s

ON prou d o ld Mar qu isse e

,

A c on qu e i’ d ra c e , h e

thin ks, ar e w e .

H is ste ed h a s brou ght h im

hom e,

On c e m ore am on gst u s h a s h e

c om e .

To h i s o ld Chatea uOnl y se e h im g o

H ow th e n obl e l ordWears h i s bloodless sword

Oh ap ca u ba s ch ap ea u ba s

Ha il to th e Ma rqu is of Ca r aba s


1 58 REVOLUT IONARY AND PATRIOT IC SONG S .

An d e’en m y l a test he irs,

Sha ll boa st tha t it i s the irs.

Ch ap ea u , ba s Ch ap ea u ba s

Ha il to th e Marqu is o f Ca r aba s

ORIGINAL .

VOYEZ ee v ie ux m arqu isN o u s tra iter en p eu ple c on qu isSon c o u rsier decha i n eD e lo in chez n ou s l ’a ram en é.

Vers son vieu x c a ste l

Ce n obl e m orte lMarche e n bra n d issan tUn sabre in n o c en t .

Chapeau ba s Chape a u ba sG lo ire a u Marqu is d e Car aba s

Au m on ie r s,Chat e la in s

,

Va ssau x,v a v a ssa u x

,e t vila in s

,

C’e st m o i

,d i t - i l

,c’e st m o i

,

Qu i seu l a i rétabl i m on r o i .

Ma is s’i l n e m e ren d

Le s dro its d e m on ra n g ,A v e c m o i

,c orble u

I l verra be a u je u .

Chape au ba s, Arc .

Pom '

m e c a lom n ier,

Bien qu ’on a it pa rlé d

’u n m eu n ier.

M a fa m il le c u t p ou r che fUn d e s fl ls d e Pép in - le -Bre f.

D’apr

‘

e s m e n bla sonJ e cro is m a m a iso nPlu s n oble

,m a fo i

,

Qu e c e l le d u r o i .

Chap ea u ba s, (be .

Qu i m e résistera itLa m arqu ise a le tabou re t

,

Pou r etre ev equ e n u jon rM o n de rn ie r fi ls su iv ra la c ou r .


M on fll s le ba ron,

Qu o iqu’un p eu poltron ,

V e n t avo ir d e s cro ix,

1 1 en au ra tro isChapeau ba s, &e .

Vivon s don e en repo s,Ma is l ’o n m

’o se pa rle r d

’im pots

A l ’Eta t, p ou r so n bien ,

U n gen tilhom m e n e do it rien .

Grac e a m e s cren au x,

A m e s a rsen au x,

Je pu is a u préfe tDire n u peu son fa it .

Chap e au ba s, &c .

Pretres qu e n ou s ven geon s,

Levez la dim e e t p a rt ageon sEt to i

, peu ple a n im a l,

Po rt e en c or le bat féoda l .Seu l n ou s cha sseron s

,

Et tou s v o s ten dro n sSu biron t l ’h on n eu rD u dro it du se ign eu r.Chap eau ba s, th e .

Cu re,fa is ton devo ir

,

Rem p l is pou r m o i ton en c en so irVou s

, page s e t va rlets,

Gu err e a u x vila in s,e t rossez- le s

Qu e d e m e s a'

i eu x

Ce s dro its gl orieu xPa ssen t tou t en t ie rsA m e s hér it iers .

Chap eau ba s, &e .

Th is son g,wh ich is dated 1 81 6, is on e of th e m an y in w h ich Beran ge r satirised th e

attem p ts of th e o ld n obil ity to a ssu m e the i r form e r p os it ion after th e Restorat ion .

REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOT IC SONGS .

THE OLD CORPORAL .

(LE VIEUX CAPORAL . )

BERAN GER .

You n g c on scrip ts— y ou , I’m su re

,w il l

Lose a rm s o r legs, a c ro ss to g e t

Th e cross y ou se e m e w e ar I g e tI n w ars, whe re kin gs w ere ove rse t .

You w il lin gly wou ld sta n d th e dr in k,

Old ba ttle -ta le s to hea r from m e

Still , glo ry’s som e thi n g

,I m u st think

,

M a r c h m errily,

An d d o n ot w e ep , &e .

ga llan t c om r ade s,m ove apace ,

With sh ou ld e r ’d m u ske t m archaway

I ’v e go t m y p ip e an d your em

bra c e .

S e qu ickly g ive m e m y con gc'

.

Too o ld I in th e serv ic e grew ,

B u t r a ther u sefu l I c ou l d be,

As father o f th e drill to y ou .

M ar ch m errilyAn d d o n ot weep ,

Or sadly cre ep ,B ut

,com rade s

,m arch on m erri l y.

An offi c er,— a n u pstart swell,

In su l ted m e,— I broke h i s head

I ’m sen ten c ed,—h e i s gettin g w ell

You r c orp ora l w ill d ie in stead .

My wr a th a n d bra n dy fired m e so,

I c ared fo r n ou ght,a n d then

,d ’

y e

se e,

I served th e gre a t m a n lon g ago ,

Ma rch m err ily,

An d d o n ot we ep , &c .


1 62 REVOLU T IONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONG S .

THE WH ITE COCKADE .

(LA COCARDE BLANCHE . )

BERAN GER.

GREAT d ay o f p ea c e a n d happ in e ss,By which th e v an qu ish

’d fre e a r e m ade

Gre a t d ay tha t d awn’d ou r Fra n c e to bless

With hon ou r a n d th e white c o cka de .

Th e them e for ladie s’ e ars is m e e t,

Sin g th e su c c e ss o f m on a rchs braveH ow rebe l Fren chm e n they c oul d be a t

,

An d a l l th e p iou s Fren chm en save .

‘

Grea t d ay o f,Ar c .

Sin g h ow th e fore ign horde s c ou ld p ou rIn to ou r la n d

,a n d h ow w ith e a se

They open’d e v ery yie ldin g door

,

When w e h ad given u p th e keys.

Gre a t d ay o f,(be .

H a d it n o t be en fo r this bl e ss’d d ay ,Wha t dire m isfortu n es n ow m ight lou r

Th e tric o lor m ight,—wh o c a n say

Floa t over Lo ndo n ’s a n c ie n t tower.

Grea t d ay o f,83 0 .

CM fu tu re h ist ’ry w ill re c ord ,H ow to th e Co ssa cks of th e D o n

,

Kn e e l i ng,w e pardo n o n c e im plored

F o r Fre n chm en sla in a n d glory gon e .

Gre a t d a y o f,(be .

Then to th e fore ign ers drin k w e,

At this m ost n a tio n a l repa st ,Wh o brou ght ba ck o u r n obil ity

,

After so m a n y da n gers pa st .

G re a t d a y o f,Ar c .

REVOLUT IONARY AN D PATRIOT I C SONGS . 1 63

An o ther toa st,— a n d then w e

’ve don e,

A cu p t o Hen r y’s n am e is du e,

Wh o took,by h is own a r m a lon e

,

Th e thr on e of Fra n c e a n d Paris to o .

Gre a t d ay o f,&c .

Th is is o n e of th e m an y son gs in wh ich Beran ger exp resses h i s in dign at ion a t th e

e n tran c e of th e al l ies in to Paris . I t i s dated March , 1 81 6, a n d th e p oet sat irical lyrem arks that i t i s to b e su n g a t a din n e r giv en by th e Royal ists to c el ebrate thate v en t .

THE SENATOR .

(LE SEN ATEUR. )

BERAN GER .

H i s good deeds,

- I n ot e themA r e u n equ a ll

’d,I a ver

H e to ok Rosa to a ba llG i v en by th e m in ister.

H e shake s han ds when e ’er w e m eet,

Thou gh ’t is in th e open street .

H ow I ble ss,th e .

Nea r m y Rose h e’s a lways g ay ,

Nou ght o f foo lish pride h a s h eWhen m y wife is sick

,he ’ll play

Qu ietly a t c ards wi th m e .

M e o n New -year’s d ay h e greets,M e at Midsu m m er h e tre a ts.

H ow I bless, (ire .

o sn m y w ife I m u st adore,

Sh e h a s eye s that sparkle soy good frien d th e sen atorTo m y Rose a lon e I owe .

First u p on m y w eddin g-d ay ,H e a visit c am e to pay

H ow I blessMy happ in ess.

Yes,grea t sen a tor

,oh y es,

I ’m you r servan t,I c on fe ss.

1 64 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATR IOTIC SONGS .

If, percha n ce , i t ra in s so ha rdI am forc ed to stay a t hom e

Then h e shows h is kin d regard,

Com e,

” h e says,good fe llow

,c om e

,

Take you r ride, y ou sur e ly kn ow

Tha t m y c arriage w a its be low .

”

H ow I bl ess, (ire .

On c e,when a t h is c orm try

-hou se,

With cham pagn e h e tu rn’d m y

I got tip sy, a n d m y spou se

S lu m ber ’d i n a sep’r ate bed .

Still m y b ed , i n a n y c a se,

\Va s th e be st in a ll th e pla c e .

H ow I ble ss,(ir e .

H eav’n h a s blest m e w ith a boy ,

F or h is spon sor sta n ds m y frie n d ,Wh o sheds o

’e r h im t e a rs o f joy ,

G ivin g kisse s withou t en dAn d m y darli n g so n

,I fe e l

,

H a s a c orn er in h is w il l .H ow I ble ss

,(ire .

Joke s h i s n oble s ou l divert ,Th ou gh too fa r I som et im es go

On c e I told h im a t d e ssert,

’Tis a fa c t,sir

,a s I kn ow

,

Pe ople say ,— in de ed ’

t is tr ue,

Rose i s fa r to o fo n d o f y ou .

”

H ow I bless,(be .

ORIGINAL .

M ON épou se fa it m a gl o ireRo se a d e si j o l is yeu x

Jc lu i do is,l ’on p en t m

’en cro ire

,

Un a m i bien pre’

c ieu x .

Le j ou r on j’obti n s sa fo i

,

U h sén ateu r vin t che z m o i


1 66 REVOLUT IONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONGS .

A table i l a im e qu ’o n r i e

Ma is p arfo is j’

y su is trop vert .

J ’a i p ou sse

’

la ra ill erieJu squ

’ a lu i dire au desse r tOn cro it

, j’e n su is c ou v a in cu

,

Qu e vou s m e fa ite s c

Qu el hon n eu r !Qu el bon heu r

Ah m on sie u r le sén a t eur,

Je su is votre hu m ble ser v i te i u '

.

This son g, wh ich i s dated 1 8 1 3, a n d app eared abou t th e sam e t im e as th e “ Roid

’

Yv e tot ,”i s assoc iated w ith th e latte r, by th e c irc u m stan c e

,that they both represen t

t h e first in cl in at ion of Berange r to c om e be fore th e w orld a s a p ol it ical p oet .

BERANGER .

F IND they’re takin g m e to ta skF o r writ in g d e ” before m y n am e

Ar e y ou o f n oble lin e,

”they ask

N o— H e a v’n be lau ded fo r th e sam e

N o pa t en t sign’d by roya l ha n d

On sta te ly ve llu m c a n I show,

I o n ly lo v e m y n a tiv e l an d,

Oh I a m low -born— ve ry low .

N o d o ” m y a n c estors c o u ld give,

The ir story i n m y blo od I tra c e ,B e n e a th a tyra n t forc ed to l iv eThey cu rsed th e despo t of the ir ra ce .

B u t h e fo r priv ilege w a s born ,

An d so on,a la s h e le t them kn ow ,

H e w a s th e m i l l -ston e,— they th e c orn

Oh I a m low -born— very low .

N e’e r did m y fa thers, I c a n say ,Live o n the ir p easan ts

’sw e a t a n d blo od,

Or se ek th e tr a v ’lle r to w aylay

,

While to il in g through th e darksom e wood .

REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SONG S . 1 67

No t o n e h i s n a t ive vil lage spu r n’d,

Or by som e w iza rd a t a blowW a s to a roya l la ckey tu r n ’d

,

Oh I am low -born— very low .

My bra v e forefa thers n ever thou ghtTo take a p a rt in c ivil bro ils

An d n e’er th e En gl ish le op a rd brou ght

To fe ed u pon the ir c ou n try’s spo ils

An d when th e chu rch, thr ou gh ba se in trigu eBrou ght a ll to ru in

,su re thou gh slow

,

N ot on e o f them w ou ld sign th e le agu eOh I a m low -born— very low .

Seek n ot m y hu m ou r to c on tro l,

I gra sp th e ban n e r which y ou spu rnYe n oble s o f th e bu tton -ho l e

,

To risin g-su n s you r in c en se bu rn .

A c om m on ra c e is de a r t o m e

Thou gh ga y , I fe e l m y n e ighbou r’sI on ly fla tte r poverty,Oh I a m low -born—m v e ry low .

JACQUES , w ake from slu m ber if you c a n,

F o r here ’s a n u sher ta ll an d stou t

Wh o throu gh th e village sn i ffs abou tH e

’s c om in g fo r you r tax

, p oor m an .

SO ou t o f bed,Ja equ e s, qu ickly spr in g,

Here c om es th e u she r o f th e kin g.

Th e su n is u p ,-wh y thu s delay

You n ever were so hard to w aken ,

Old Rem i’s fu rn itu r e they’ve take nF o r sa le

,before th e break Of d ay ,

S o ou t o f bed,&c .


IVith ou t a son oh,wr etched fat e

Th e se dogs w oul d se iz e you r very sou l .

Ju st a sk a m on th to pay th e whole ,Perhaps th e kin g w ill kin dly w a it .

So ou t of bed,&c .

By these hard taxe s, po or a s ra ts,

Un happy wr etches w e ar e m adeMy di stafl

'

onl y a n d you r sp ade ,Ke ep u s

,o u r fa ther

,an d ou r brats.

So o u t of b ed,&c .

Ou r lan d w ith this sm a ll hovel m ake sA qu a r ter a cre , they a r e su reTh e poor m an

’s t ears a r e i ts m an u re

,

An d u su ry th e harv est take s.

S o ou t o f bed, 81 0 .

Ou r work i s hard , o m“ ga in is sm a l l

W e n e’er sha l l t a ste a p ig I fea r,

F or food h a s grown so ve ry de ar,

With eve rythin g,th e sa lt an d a ll .

S o ou t o f bed,&c .

A drau ght o f w in e n ew hea rt m ight br in gB u t the n th e w i ne i s ta x ’d a s w e ll

St ill n e v er m in d , lo v e , go a n d sel l

To bu y a c u p , m y w eddin g-rin g .

S o ou t o f bed,(be .

Drea m y ou o f w e a lth,o f som e go od cha n ge

,

Tha t fa te,at la st

,i ts grip re laxe s

NVh a t to th e w ea lthy a r e th e taxesMere m ic e tha t n ibble i n th e gr a n ge .

S o ou t o f bed,

H e c om e s oh H e a v’n s

,wha t m u st I fear

You r che ek i s pa l e , n o w ord y ou say ,

Yo u spoke o f su fl’r i n g ye sterday,

You,wh o so m u ch in silen ce be ar.So ou t of bed , &c .



ORIGINAL .

PAR la vo ix d u c an on d ’a la rm e

La Fran c e appe lle ses en fa n s

All on s,d it le so lda t Au x arm e s

C’est m a m ere

, je la defen d s.

Mou rir pou r la p a tri e (bis)C

’e st le sort le plu s be a u , le p lu s dign e d

’e n v ie . (bis)

N ou s,am is

, qu e lo in d es ba ta ille s,Su c c om bon s da n s l ’obscu r ité

,

Vou on s,d u m o in s

,n o s fu n éra ille s

A la Fra n c e a la l ibertéMour ir p ou r la patrie

C’est le sort le p lu s beau , le p lu s dign e d

’e n v ie . (bi s)

Frere s, pour u n e c au se sa in te

,

Qu an d cha cu n d e n ou s e st m a rtyr,

N e proféron s pa s Im e pla in te ,La Fran ce 1 1 1 1 jou r do it n ou s bén ir.

Mou rir pou r la pa trie (bis)C

’e st le sor t le plu s bea u , le plu s dign e d

’en v i e . (bis)

D u c réa teu r d e la n a tu re,

Be’n isson s en c ore la bon té,

N ou s p la in dre sera it u n e in ju re,

Nou s m ou ron s pou r la l ibe r te’

.

Mou rir pou r la pa trie (bi s)C

’e st le sort le p lu s be au , le p lu s dign e d

’e n v ie .

This son g,w h ich MM . Alexan de rDu m as a n d Maqu c t w rote fo r th e dram a Le ("lu m

l cer d c Ia M a ison Roug e , is in tim ate ly c on n e c ted w ith th e histo ry o f th e rev olu tion 0 1

1 840. M . d c Lam a r tin e’

s fam ou s h istory o f th e G iron din s had ju st app ea red, a n d h adm ade th e p u bl ic fam il iar w ith th e fate of those ill u striou s m artyrs , when th e exc item en t w as fu rther in c reased by th e dra m a abov e m en t ion ed, i n w h ich w as in trod u cedth e last ban qu et o f th e G iron din s, w h o w ere represen te d s in gin g Mou r ir p ou r lapatr ie "

i n‘chor us. Le Ch eva l ier d e la. M a i son Roug e w as p rodu c ed i n 1 847 a t th e

Theatre H istoriqu e , a n d in Febru ary, 1 848 , th isw as a popu lar son g am ong th e r epubl ic an com batan ts.

REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SON Cs . 1 7 1

THE F IELD OF BATTLE .

(LA CHAMP DE BATAILLE . )

EM ILE D EB REAUX .—died 1 831 .

Ga ze on th e p la in before thi n e eyes displayed ,Where corn , an d grapes, an d flowers abun dan tgrow

Tell m e,if G od so fa ir a lan d h a s m ade

,

Onl y tha t blood an d tea rs m ay th r ou gh i t fl ew .

N o Beau ty sees it w ith h er su n n y sm ile,

An d plea sed, sel e c ts i t for h e r dwe l lin g-pla c eOh

,blood of hero es

,fertil ise th e so il

,

Let rose s sprin g to h ide th e battle’s tra ce .

With tal l plu m es prou dly w a v in g in th e a i r,

Th e so n s o f N em ou rs a n d of Grea t Co n dé,

TOO lon g w ith the ir m ou sta che have tried to scar e

All love an d ev’ry gen tl e spo rt aw ay.

Ma rs,c e a se a t l en gth th y san gu in ary t o il ,

Le t Ve n u s’ boy ou r slau gh te r

’d son s rep la c eOh

,bl o od o f hero es

,fert ilise th e so il ,

Let ro se s sprin g t o hide t h e ba ttle’s tra c e .

ARD by th e spot , where o n c e two n at ion ssou ght

,

To w in a u ni v erse by war’s

rou gh play,Th e warrior rests

,an d oft

be stows a thou ght,

On to il s an d sufferin gs thathave past away.

At len gth th e bra zen fien d h a s

c e a sed to spo il ,Ben ign an t Providen c e th e world’s

fa ir fa c eNow

, blo od of hero es,fertili se th e so il

,

Let ro se s sprin g to hi de th e battle’s

trace .

1 7 2 REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SONG S .

A thou san d village s a r e n ow n o m ore,

A hu n dr ed thou san d c o rpse s ga sh’d an d to rn ,

Th e strea m s have po ison’d o f a distan t s hore

An d n ow,— wha t fru it h a s a ll thi s c arn age bo rn e

Th e foem an c am e,a n d took h i s go lden spo il ,

Th e gu erdon o f ou r va lou r was di sgra c eOh

,blo od of heroes

,fertilise th e so il

,

Let roses sprin g to hide th e ba tt le’s tra c e .

B u t , 10 before m y fe e t an eagle gle am s,

A re l ic ha lf d ev ou r ’d by t im e a n d ru st,

An d in m y heart awaken bitter dream s

Of tow ’r in g glory hu m bled to th e du st .

Th ou sou gh t’st to gra sp th e thu n der a s th y spo il ,

B u t Mar s so on h u r l’d the e from th y hau ghty p la ce

Oh,blood o f heroe s

,fe rt ilise th e so il ,

Le t ro ses sp rin g to hide th e ba ttle ’s tra ce .

W a s it n ot here,a rem n a n t o f ou r brave

Th e on ly rem n an t shed the ir gloriou s blo od,

Prou d to e scape th e fe tters of th e slave ,An d to th e la st th e leopard

’s fa n g wi thstood

An d Fren chm en,so ld to En glan d

,c ou ld m eanwhil e

,

Survey th e slau ghter with un blu shin g fa c e .

Oh,blo od o f hero es

,fert ili se th e so il

Le t roses sprin g to hide th e ba ttle’s tra c e .

When,while a thou san d flowers ben ea th them spr in g,

Ou r j oyou s you th sha l l sport u pon this p la in ,

An d ten der d a m se ls son gs o f love sha ll sin g,

Som e m art ia l shade w il l l isten to th e stra inOr

,m arkin g love ’

s so ft ba ttle s w ith a sm ile,

Will whisper from h is d a rk abidin g-pla c e ,Oh

,blood of hero e s

,fert il ise th e so il

,

Let roses sprin g to hide th e ba ttle’s tra c e .


1 7 1 RE VOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SONG S .

The n h e ’s a n o in ted,k i ss’d

,a n d d r ess’d

,

An d whi l e th e hym n s sa lu te h i s e ar

H is han d u pon th e book i s p r e ss’d

,

An d h is c o n fe ssor whispers z— Swear 1Rom e

,wh o c ares m ost abou t th e c lau se

,

Th e fa ithfu l from an oa th c an fre eTh e people c ries —Thu s do they w ie ld o u r

Bir ds,m in d y ou ke ep you r liberty.

Th e roya l w ight h a s sc arc e ly fe lt ,Abou t h is w a ist o ld Charles’s be lt ,Than in th e du st h e h rm rbly li es .

A soldie r shou ts “ Kin g, d o n ot crou ch,

Ke ep where y ou a r e,

”a bishop crie s

,

“ An d m i nd y ou fi ll th e chu rch’s pou ch .

I c row n y ou ,an d a gift from h e av

’n,

Th e g ift o f priests m u st su re ly be .

Th e p e op le c r i es —Lo,Kin gs t o Kin gs a r e give n

Birds,m in d y ou ke ep y o u r l ibe rty .

Ye birds, this kin g w e prize so m u chCan cu re th e evil w ith h is tou ch :F ly , birds, a lthou gh y ou a r e in fa ctTh e on ly gay on e s in th e chu rch .

Yo u m ight c om m it m ore im p iou s a c t ,

If on th e a lta r y ou shou ld p erch .

Th e san gu in ary to o ls o f ki ngsPla c ed

,a s th e a lta r

’s gu a rd w e se e

Th e p eople crie s —W e en v y y ou you r w in gsBirds

,m in d y o u g uard you r l ibe r ty.

T h is is on e o f th e songs \V l l lt 1 1 led to th e p e r se cu tion o f l ler'a n g e r in 1 828 . Th e p o e t

in a n ote giv es t h e fol low in g in form ation resp e c t in g Char le s th e S im p le , w ith th ee v ide n t n rten t io rr o f e s tabl ish in g a p aral le l be tw een tha t an c ien t k in g a n d CharlesX . , th e real obje c t o f th e sat ire .

“ Charle s th e S im p le , on e o f th e su c c essors ofCh a rlem agn e , w a s driv en from h is thron e by Eu des, Cou n t o f Paris . H e took re fugei n Engla n d

, th en i n G e rm an y , bu t on th e death Of Eu de s in 898 , th e lord s a n d bishopso f Fran c e

,w h o w ere attached to Charles

,re stored t o h im th e c rown ,

wh ich h e afte rw a n l s los t . Be trayed by I l eb c r t, Cou n t c e r m a n d O i s

,h e w a s im prison ed a t Peron n e ,

w h ore h e died i n 924.

Th e an c ien t Fre n ch c u stom o f le t ting loose a n u m ber of birds on th e occasion of ak i ng '

s c oron a tion , w a s re v iv ed whe n Charles X . w as c row n ed a t Rhe im s in 1 8 1 5 . Th e

c la u s e" re fe rred tn i h th e fou rth stan za i s th e artic le in th e Charte , relating to

re l ig io u s l ih e r t v .

REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SON G S . 1 7 5

OH,IF MY LADY N OW WERE B Y '

S I MA DAME ME VOYAIT. )

An on ym ou s .

H,if m y lady n ow we re byTh e brave F leur an ge w ithraptu re c ried

,

As every p eril h e defied,An d fe arl ess sealed th e for tre ss

They fe a sted well ga llan tkn ight

,

An d gam e s an d tou rn am en ts there were,

An d li kew ise m an y ladies fa ir,

Who se eyes w ith lo oks o f lov e w ere bright .

A p ierc in g glan c e , a w in n in g sm il e,

H is c on stan cy wou ld often tryB u t h e wou ld say

— a n d sigh th e whileOh

,if m y lady n ow w ere by l

Ou r Cheva l ier w a s hu rt a t la st

While gu ardin g wel l th e fl ag o f Fra n c eAn d , sm itten by th e fo em an

’s lan c e

,

W a s from h is saddle r udely c a st .

H e thought th e fa ta l hou r wa s n e a r,

An d sa id Alas ’t is hard to d i e ,

SO fa r away from a l l tha t ’s dear,

0 11,if m y lady n ow w ere by

Desc en dan ts o f those kni ghts o f o ld ,

Oh,m a y y e , fo r you r c ou n try

’s sake ,

H e prou dly bore th e fl ag o f

Fran c e,

An d,gu ardin g i t w ith fla sh

in g ey e ,

Cried,every t im e h e sm ote h is

lan c e,

Oh,if m y lady n ow w ere

"

by. l 3 )

1 7 6 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONG S .

You r fa thers fo r exam pl e take ,The ir n oble w ords

,— the ir a ct ion s bo ld .

An d F leu ra n ge , m ay th y m otto be

A cha rm to m ake a ll he arts bea t high,

Tha t a l l m ay prou dly c ry , like the e ,Oh

,if m y lady n ow were by

ORIGINAL.

AH si'

m a dam e m e voya itS

’é c r ia it l e brave F leu r an ge ,

Se trou van t en per il e’

tra n ge,

Sou s u n fo rt qu ’il esca lada it .

Port an t l ’éten d a r d d e la Fra n c eEn héro s il le défen da it

,

Disan t a cha qu e c ou p d e lan c e ,Al i

,si m a dam e m e voya it

On feta le preu x cheva l ier,

Dan s m a in ts tou rn o is e t cou r pl én ier e ,Plu s d’u n e beau té pr in ta n ier eLa

,d’am ou r s’en v in t le prier.

Em u d’u n regard

,d

’u n sou r ir e

Qu e lqu e fo is son c oeu r chan c e la itPu is a regre t i l sem bla it dire

Ah,si m a dam e ru e voya it

F u t ble ssé le preu x cheva lier,

D efe n da n t l’h o rrrreu r d e la Fran c e ,

Et p a r n u c ou p m o r te l d e lan c e

Re n versé d e son de strier.S e croya n t a sa dern iere heu re

,

En sou pira n t , il répéta itLo in d ’

e l le fa u t - il qu e je m eu r e,

Ah,si m a dam e m e voya it

O vou s l’e spo ir d e m on pays

De sc en da n t d e c e s preu x fidele s .

Ah pren ez touj ou rs pou r m odele s ,Leu rs hau ts fa its e t leu rs n obles dits .


1 78 REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC S ONGS .

To o soon, a la s h i s va lou r ga in s i ts prize ,

An d de ath o’e r tak es hi m w ith h is rap id win gs

Stru ck by a lan c e,th e m in strel fa ll s a n d di es

,

B u t w ith hi s part in g brea th , h e ga il y sin gsTo Fran c e m y a rm is du e

,

”(ir e .

ORIGINAL .

BRULANT d’am ou r e t p artan t p oru‘ la gu erre

,

Un trou badou r,en em i d u chagrin

,

Dan s son de’ li r e,a sa j eu n e bergere

En la qu itta n t répéta it c e refra inM on bra s a m on p atrie ,M on c oeu r m on am ie

,

Mou rir g a i rn en t p ou r la gl o ire e t l’a m ou r, _

C’e st le devo ir d ’

u n va illa n t trou badou r .

Da n s l e bivou a c le trou badou r fidel e,

Le ca squ e a u fron t,la gu itare a l a m a i n

,

Tou j ou rs pen sif , e t regrettan t sa be lle,

Alla it p a rtou t en Chan ta n t c e refra inM on bra s

, ril e .

Dan s les c om ba ts dép loyan t son c o u rage,

D es en n em i s t e rm in an t l e dest i n,

Le trou badou r, a u m i lieu du c arn age,

Fa isa it e n c ore en ten dre c e re fr a in,

M o n bra s,(be .

Ce bra v e,hel a s pou r prix d e sa v a il la rrc c

,

Trou v a bie n tOt le trép a s en chem inI l exp ira sou s le fe r d ’

u n e la n ce,

N om rn an t sa bel le et chan ta n t son refra inM on bra s a m a pa trie ,M o n c oeu r a m on a m ie

,

Mo u rir g a im en t pou r la glo ire c t l’am o u r

,

C’e st le de v o ir d ’

u n v a ill a n t trou badou r.

This son g,on c e to be fou n d i n e v ery m u s ic -book , is a p erfe c t sp ec im en of th e o ld

fa sh ion ed c h iv alric son g o f Fran c e . T h e au thor is an on ym ou s .


THE DEPARTURE FOR SYRIA.

(LE DEPART POUR LA SYRIE . )

To Syria you n g D un o is w ill g o ,That ga l lan t

,han dsom e kn ight

,

An d prays th e Virgin to be stowH er blessin g on th e fight .

Oh th e n wh o r e ign’st in Heaven

H e prayed, gran t thi s to m e

Th e fa ire st m a iden l et m e love,

Th e bravest wa rrior be .

H e pledge s then hi s kn ightly word,H is v ow wr ite s on th e ston e

,

An d fo llowin g th e Cou n t,h i s lord

,

To battle h e h a s gon e .

1


To ke ep hi s o a th h e e v er strove,

An d san g a lou d w ith gl e eTh e fa ire st m a id sha l l have m y love ,An d hon ou r m in e sha ll be .

”

Then sa id th e Coun t,

To thee w e owe

Ou r v ictory, I c on fessG lo ry on m e th e n didst bestow

,

I give thee happ in e ssMy dau ghter

,whom I fon dly love ,

I gla dly giv e to theeSh e , wh o i s fa ir a l l m a ids above

,

Shou ld va lour ’s gu erdon b e .

”

They kn ee l a t Ma ry’s a lta r both,

Th e m a id a n d ga lla n t kn ightAn d there w ith happy hearts the ir trothRight solem n ly they p l ight .

I t w a s a sight a ll sou ls to m ove,

An d a ll c ri ed j oyo u sly,

G ive hon ou r to th e brave,a n d love

Sha ll beau ty’s gu erdon be .

”

ORIGINAL .

PARTANT p ou r la Sy r i e ,Le j eu n e e t be a u Du n o is

Ven a it prier MarieD e bén ir se s exp l o itsFa ites

,re in e im m o r te l le

,

Lu i,d it- i l

,en pa r ta n t ,

Qu e j’a im e la p lu s bel le

Et so is le p lu s v a illa n t .

I l tra c e su r la p ie rreLe se rn ren t d e l

’lro n rreu r

,

E t v a su iv re a la gu erreLe c on rte

,so n se ign eu r .

Au n oble vo cu fi dele

,

I l d it e n c o rn ba tta rrt

Am ou r a la p lu s be ll e ,Hon n eu r a n plu s va illa n t .

”



I swore tha t I wou ld riva l tho se who se n am e

Im m orta l hon ou r o n ou r Fran c e bestow s,

Ala s bu t tra n sien t w as m y dr ea m o f fa m e,

Repose , bu t d o n ot ru st in th y repo se .

Upon th e de se rt , n ow w ith a she s str ewn

Of fa l len hero e s— whom w e a l l regre tTh e w e ight o f th e Fren ch sabre ha st thou shown

,

Tha t w e ight th e Cossa ck n ever w il l forge t .

On th e Lo ire ’s m argin thou w a st idly la id

,

B u t n e ither a n gry w in ds n or Ru ssia n sn ow s,

Ha ve d im m’d m y glory , o r th y lu strou s blade

Repo se , bu t d o n o t In st in th y repo se .

Thou ha st w o r k ’d brave ly for ou r n a tiv e la n d,

With the e I w ou ld defy th e kn ife o f Spa int en I h ad gr a sp

’d the e firm ly in m y han d,

Th e Rom an h is stile tto drew in va inOn thee h a s En glan d’s sw ord dea lt m an y a stroke

,

B u t thou ha st p r ov’d a m a tch fo r a l l h e r blow s

Th e Tu rkish c im ita r thou o ft ha st brokeRepose , bu t d o n ot r ust in th y repose .

I u sed thee in th e c au se o f right,o ld frien d ,

Th e sight o f the e n o da rk rem em bra n c e brin gsMy good right a rm a n d the e

,I n e ’

er wou ld len dTo fore ign fo em e n o r oppre ssive kin gs .

Free from dishon ou r thou ha st e ’e r rem a in ’d

,

He ed n o t th e ta u n ts tha t spite fu l e n vy throws ,With blood o f Fra n c e th e n n eve r ha st be en sta in

’d

Re pose , bu t d o n o t ru st in th y repo se .

Déran ger,in a n ote to a son g, wh ich h e in trodu c ed a s a p oe t i cal prospe c tu s to

t h e w orks o f E m ile Deb r ea u x,giv e s th e follow in g short b iograph y .

“ Em ileD ebr eau x died a t th e c om m en c em en t o f 1 831

,aged th irty-three years . F ew son g

w riters c ou ld boast o f a p opu larity e qu al h i s , w h ich w as,n ro r c o v e r , w e l l deserv ed .

Ne v er the less , h is existe n c e w as alw ays obsc u re h e n e v er kn ew th e a r t o f m akin g h isw ay o r of asking a fav ou r . Du rin g th e p e riod o f th e Restoration h e al low ed h im se l ft o b e prose cu ted , judged, c on de m n ed, a n d im p rison ed , w i thou t u tte rin g a S in gle w ordo f c om p lain t, a n d I a m n o t aw are th at on e o f th e p u b l ic pap e rs offered h im a s in glew ord o f c on solat ion . H e w a s often red u c ed to th e task o f c opyin g theatrical parts ,fo r th e su pp ort o f h is w ife a n d three ch ildren .

Th e son gs that a r e pe c u l iarly typ ic al o f D eb r eau x , su ch a s F a nfa n ,la T u l ip e, a n d

PM M im i le,c ou ld scarc e ly be ren dered in to Engl ish . In th e son g giv en abov e , a n d in

th e on e giv en a t p . 1 7 1 , h e i s i n a grav er m ood tha n ordin ary .


MARLBROOK.

ARLB ROOK h as gon e to battle,

Miron ton,

m iron ton,

m irontam e

,

Ma rlbrook h a s gon e to battle,

B u t when wi ll h e retu rn ?

H e w ill retu rn a t Ea ster,

Miro n ton,820 .

H e w il l retu rn at Easter,

Or e lse a t Trini ty

B u t Trin ity i s over,Mir on ton

,(ire .

B u t Tri ni ty is overAn d y et h e i s n ot here .

Madam e gets u p h er ca stle,

Miron ton,Arc .

Madam e gets u p h er c astle

As hi gh a s Sh e c an go .

An d there sh e se es h er page -a,

Miron ton, Arc .

An d there sh e se e s h er page -a,

In su it of bla ck h e ’s c lad .

My p age , m y page , so han dsom e,

Miron ton, (be .

My page , m y page , so han dsom e,

What t idin gs dost th en brin g ?

Ah lady,at m y tidi n gs,

Miro n ton,(ire .

Ah ! lady, a t m y t idin gs,You r love ly eyes wil l weep .

1 84 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONG S .

Pu t o ff yo u r gay p in k ga rm en t,

Miron ton,(be .

P u t o ff you r gay p ink ga rm e n t

An d l ikew ise you r bro c ade .

Mon sieu r Marlbrook is dead,

Miron ton,(be .

Mo n sieu r Marlbro ok is dead ,H e

’s dead a n d bu ried too I

Fou r o ffic ers,I saw them

,

Miron ton,(be .

Fou r ofii c er s,I saw them

,

Have pu t hi m u n de r grou n d .

Th e first on e bore h i s cu ira ss,

Miron ton,(be .

Th e first on e bore h i s cu ira ss,

Th e se c on d on e h i s sword .

Th e third bore h i s big sabre,

M iron ton,(be .

Th e thir d bore h i s big sabre,

Th e fou rth bore n ou ght a t a l l .

H is tom b they have su rrou n ded,

Miron to n,(be .

H is tom b they have su rrou n dedWith plan ts o f ro se -m a re e .

Th e n ightin ga le wa s sin gin g,

1\/I i ro n to n,(be .

Th e n ight in ga le w a s si ngin gUpon th e topm o st bran ch .

An d sw iftly throu gh th e lau re ls,

Mir on to n, (be .

An d sw iftly tln '

ou gh th e la u re ls ,W e saw h is gre a t so u l fly.

Then e v ery o n e w a s pro stra te ,DI il ‘

On tOD,dZC.

Then every o n e wa s prostra te ,Till h e go t up aga in .


1 86 REVOLUT IONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONGS .

Au x n ou v e ll’s qu e j

’apporte ,

Miron ton,m ir on ton

,m i r on ta in e

Aux n ou v e ll’s qu e j

’appor te ,

V os be au x y eu x von t p leu rer.

Qu ittez v os habits roses,

h I ir on ton , m iron ton ,m ir on ta in e

Qu ittez v os habits r oses,

Et v os sat in s bro chés.

lVl on sieu r d ’M a lbr ou gh e st m ort,

Miron ton,m iron t on

,m i r on ta in e

Mon sieu r d ’M a lbr ou gh e st m ort,

Est m or t e t en terré (ter)

J’l ’a i v u porter en terr e ,Miron ton

,m iron ton

,m ir on ta in e

J’1’a i v u p or ter en terre ,

P ar qu atre z’ofli c ie r s. (tar )

L’u n p orta it sa cu ira sse

,

M iron ton ,m iron ton

,m ir on ta in e

L’u n p orta it sa cu ira sse

,

L’au tre son bou clier. (ter )

L’un p orta it son g ran d sabre

,

Miron ton,m iron ton

,m ir on ta in e

L’u n porta it son gra n d sabre

,

L’au tre n e p orta it ri en . (ter)

A l’en tou r d e sa tom be

,

M ir o rrton,m iron ton

,m iron ta in e

A l’en tou r d e sa tom be

,

Ro rn a r irrs 1’on p la n ta . (tar)

Su r la p lu s hau te bra n che ,Miron ton

,n ri ron ton

,m ir on ta in e

Su r l a p lu s ha u te br a n c lre ,Le ro ssign o l chan ta . (tor)

On v it vo ler son Am e,

Miron ton,m iron ton ,

m ir o n ta in e

On v it vo ler son am e,

Au travers des la u riers.

REVOLUTIONARY AN D PATRIOTIC SONG S . 1 87

Cha cu n m it ven tre a terre ,Mir on ton

,m iron ton

,m ir on ta in e

Cha cu n m it ven tre a t erre ,Et pu is se re leva . (ter)

Pou r cha n ter le s vic to ire s,1\I ir on ton , m iron ton , m ir on ta in ePou r cha n ter le s vic to ire s

,

Qu e Ma lbrou gh rem porta . (tar )

La c érém on ie fa ite ,Miron ton

,m iron ton

,m i ron ta in e

La c érém on ie fa ite,

Cha cu n s’en fa it c ou cher. (ter )

Th e followi n g n ote i s attached by MM . Du m er san an d Segu r to th is son g, th eof w h i ch i s fam il iar to m an y a n En gl ishm an wh o h a s n e v e r heard or read a l in e of th ew ords

Th e fam ou s Du ke of Marlborou gh had been dead s ixty ye ars, w hen i n 1 781 th en u rse of th e Dau ph in son of Lou is XV I . san g, a s sh e rocke d h e r royal charge , th isbal lad, t h e n a if an d p leasin g air of wh ich m ade a c on side rable sen sat ion . M . d e

Chateau brian d, w h o heard th e air su n g in th e East, was of Op in ion that i t w a s c arriedth ither in th e t im e of th e c ru sades . Th e bu rle squ e w ords w ere p robably sp read abou tv ariou s p rov i n c es after th e batt le of Malp laqu e t by som e of th e soldiers ofVill ars an dB ou fii er s. A s early a s 1 706, v erses were c om p osed on Marlborou gh , which w ere to b efou n d in t h e m an u sc rip t c oll e c t ion of h i storic al son gs (in 44 v olu m es), m ade by M .

Mau rep as, a n d dep osited in th e Royal Library. Th e n u rse ’

s son g be cam e a ll th e

rage a t Versai lles,w hen c e i t reached Paris, an d was soon sp read ov er th e whole o f

Fran c e . For fou r or fi v e years n oth in g w as heard bu t th e bu rthen M iron ton,M ir on ta in e .

Th e son g w a s prin ted u p on fan s a n d sc re en s,w ith an en grav in g rep resen t in g th e fu n eral

p roce ss ion of Marlborough, th e lady o n h e r tow er, th e p age dr essed in black, an d so on .

Th is en grav in g w a s im itated i n a ll shap es a n d sizes. I t c irc u late d throu gh th e streetsa n d v il la ges, a n d gav e th e Duke of Marlborou gh a m ore p opu lar c elebrity than a ll h is

v ic tor ies . When ev er Nap oleon m ou n ted h is horse to go t o batt le , h e hu m m e d th e airMa r lbr ough s

’en va -t-en gu err e. An d a t S t . Hele n a

,shortly be fore h i s death, when in th e

c ou rse of a con v ersat ion w ith M . d e La s Cases, h e p raised th e Duke of Marlborough, th eson g occ u rred to h is m in d

,a n d h e said w ith a sm ile , w h ich h e c ou ld n ot rep ress,

‘

IVVh a t a thin g ridicu le i s, i t fasten s u p on ev e ryth in g, ev en v ic tory.

’H e then b u m m ed

t e air.”I t i s a fac t w orth recordin g, that th e son g of th e p age i n Beau m archais’ c om edy,

Le M arr iage d e F iga r o, w a s w ri tten fo r this air . Th e dram at ic S itu at ion in wh ich i toc cu rs h a s sin ce been i llu strated by th e m u sic of Mozart .

88 REVOLUTIONARY AND PATRIOTIC SONGS .

THE WORKMEN’S SONG .

(LE CHANT DEs OUVRIERS . )

PIERRE DUPON T .

We’l l still be fri e n ds

, a n d when we c an

We’ll m e et to pu sh th e w in e abou t

Le t gun s be still o r m ake a r e n t,

We’ll shou t

Ou r toa st th e l iberty o f m an .

From j ea lou s wave s,from n iggard so ils

Ou r a rm s fo r ever to il in g,t e a r

A m ighty store o f hidden sp o ils,Ay e , a ll tha t m a n c a n e a t o r w ear

From p la in s the ir c orn , from hil ls the ir fr uit,Their m eta ls

, p ea rls, a n d j ew e ls fin eAla s poor she ep , a c o stly su it

,

I s w ove n from tha t woo l o f thin e .

We’ll st il l be

, (be .

Wha t from th e labour d o w e g e t ,F o r which ou r ba cks thu s be n t m u st be

An d whithe r flow ou r floods o f swea t

Ma chin e s,a n d n o thing m ore a r e we .

E,whose dim lam p , th e dawn

in g d ay ,I s li t

,when c ocks begin to

crow,

l Ve,w h o for ou r u n c erta in pay ,Mu st e arly to our an vils go !

W e,wh o w ith han d

,an d foot ,

an d arm,

VVith w an t a w a r in c essan twage ,An d n ought c an ever ga in to

w a rmTh e drea ry w in ter o f Old ag e ,



N o u s qu i d es bra s, d e s p ieds, d es m a in s,

D e tou t le c orp s lu tton s sa n s cesse,

Sa n s abri ter n o s len dem a in s,

Con tre le fro id d e la v e ill e sse .

Ai m on s-n ou s,e t qu an d n ou s pou von s

Nou s u n ir pou r bo ir e a la re n de ,Qu e l e c an on se ta ise ou gron de

,

Bu von s (ter)A l ’in d e

’

p en d an c e du m on de

NOs bra s,san s re lache ten du s

Au fl ots j a lou x,a u so l a vare

,

Ra vissen t leu rs tresors p erdu s,Ce qu i n ou rrit e t c e qu i par ePerles

,diam a n ts et m étau x

,

Fru it du c oteau,gra in d e la p la in e !

Pa u vre -m ou ton s

,qu e ls bon s m an teau x

I l se t isse a v e c votre la in eAim on s-n ou s

, (be .

Qu el fru it t iron s-n ou s d es labeu rs,

Qu i c our ben t n os m a igres échin eson v en t le s fl ots d e n os su eu rsNou s n e som m es qu e d e s m a chi n es .

N os Babe ls m o n te n t ju squ’a u c ie l

,

La terre n ou s do it se s m erve illesD es qu ’

elles on t fi rri l e ru i c l,

Le m a itre cha sse les abe ill es.

Aim on s-n ou s,(be .

Au fi ls chétif d ’u n e tra n ger

N o s fem m es ten d e rrt leu rs m am e l le s,

Et lu i, p lu s ta rd, cro it déroger

En d a ign a rrt s’a sse o ir a u pres d

’e l les.

D e n o s j ou rs,le dro it d u se ign em

'

Pese su r n ou s p lu s despotiqu eN e s fi lles ven de n t le u r hon n eu rAu x dern ie rs c ou rtau ds d e bou tiqu e .

Aim on s-n ou s,(be .

M a l vetu s,loge’s dan s (l es trou s,

Sou s les c om bles,dan s les déc om bre s,


Nou s vivon s ave c les hibou xEt l e s la rron s

,a m is d es om bres

Cep e n dan t n otre san g verm e ilCou le im p étu eu x dan s n os Vein esN ou s n ou s pla irion s au gran d sole il

,

Et sou s le s ram e au x verts d e s chen es.

Aim on s-n ou s,&c .

A chaqu e fo is qu e pa r torren ts,Notre san g c ou l e su r le m on de

,

C’est toujou rs p ou r qu e lqu e s tyran s

Qu e c ette ro sée e st fe’ con deMén ageon s- le d o r e

’

n a v an t,

L’am ou r e st p lu s fort qu e la gu erre

En a tten dan t qu ’n n m e illeu r ven t

Sou ffle d u c iel,ou d e la terre .

Aim on s-n ou s,et qu an d n ou s p ou von s

Nou s u n i r pou r bo ire a la ron de ,Qu e le c an on se ta ise ou gron de

,

Bu von s (tar)A l ’in d epen dan c e du m on de

Th i s rem arkable son g i s th e p erfe c t expression of that state of di scon ten t in th eworkin g-c lass, w h ich i s th e n atu ral i n c en t iv e to c om m u n ism . I t w a s w r itten som e

t im e before th e rev olu t ion of 1 848, b u t i t rep resen ts th e r ed repu bl ican ism of thatyear.

Y re ckless cou rage born e a lon g,Baya rd— hi s c ou n try’s hope an d

prideH a s fal l ’n am id th e host ile thron g,An d for h i s kin g h a s n obly di ed.

Ye t im id m a ids, you r ga llan tkn ight i s gon e ,

You r hapless fa te I m u st d e

plo re

Th e fa ir on e ’s sh ie ld, th e gu ardi ano f th e thron e ,

Th e bra ve Bayard is n ow n o

m ore .


Ten der in love , brave in th e fie ld,

I n every sen se a p e rfe ct kn ightA l l to h is lady h e w ou ld yie ld

,

To h i m a ll yielded in th e fight .

Ye t im id m a ids,820.

Tru e cheva li er a n d tr usty fr ien d,

A stran ger to reproa ch an d fea rWhen shou ts o f wa r th e a i r woul d ren d ,St ill pity

’s vo ic e h is heart wou ld hear.

Ye t im id m a ids,&c .

ORIGINAL.

EMPORTE pa r trop d e va illa n c eAu m il ieu d e s ra n gs en n em is

,

Le héro s,l’e spo ir d e la Fra n c e

Vien t d e m ou rir pou r son pays .

Preu x cheva l ier,t im ide s pa stou re l les

Qu e jé gém is su r votre sor t

L’appu i d e s ro is, le défe n seu r (l es be l le s,Bayard e st m ort Bayar d est m ort

Hon n eu r d e la cheva lerie,

Ten dre a m an t,c ou rageu x so lda t

,

I l c éda it tou t a son a m ie,

Et tou t lu i c éda it au c om bat .

Preu x cheva l ier,&c .

B on cheva l ie r,am i sin c ‘

ere ,Tou j ou rs sa n s repro che e t sa n s p eu r,Au m ilieu d e s c r is d e la gu e rr eLa p it ie p a rla it a son c oeu r

,

Pr c u x cheva lie r,t im ides p a stou r e l lc s

Qu e je gém is su r vo tre sor t

L’appu i d e s ro is, le d e fe n seu r d es be l le s ,Baya rd e st m ort Baya rd e st m ort

An o th c r an on ym ou s son g o f th o ch iv alric k in d,in wh ich lov e a nd loyal ty hold th e

p lac e e lsewhe re occu p ied by repu bl ic an fan at ic ism .



Fran c e,from am id th e c ou n tle ss fea rs

,

Th e Stu art ’s hapl ess child m ay fe e l ,E

’en a s sh e n ow looks throu gh h er t ears,So w ill h er gl an c es seek thee still .

Ala s th e shi p too swi ftly sa ils,

O ’e r m e a r e spreadin g o ther skie s

,

An d ni ght w ith hum id m an tle ve il sThy fad in g c oa st from the se sad eyes.

Adi eu,be loved Fran c e

,&c .

EPICUREAN SONGS .

UNDER this head ar e pla c ed a ll th e son gs which, While

they som e tim es glan ce a t th e un c e rta in ty of m un dan e a ffa irs,

at th e sam e t im e in c u l cate a spirit of c on ten t an d ration alenjoym en t .

There i s on e featu r e in Fren ch c on ten tm en t which we don ot often fin d in th e effu sion s of En glish poets . Throu ghou t En gl ish poetry the re i s gen e rally a lon gin g afte r th eru ral an d

,how eve r th e joys of an h u m ble lot m ay be c ele

br ated,they ar e u su ally a ssoc iate d with a n eat c ottage an d

green fields . Con ten tm en t w ith an hu m ble town -lif e i s

em in en tly Pa r1 s1 an . W e c an n ot fan cy an En gl ishm an

sin gin g th e de lights of a fou rth floor like th e bard of th e

Ba chelor’s Lodgin g c om prised u n der this head .

Th e Fren ch ar e also rem arkable for a n u m ber of son gs onth e pleasu re s of eatin g, —a s distin gu i shed from drink in g .

They sin g th e table w ith th e sam e gu sto a s th e

bottle,

”an d m ake it th e su bje ct of m u ch plea san t m o rality .

Com u s,a Pagan de ity l ittle fam ilia r to th e En gl ish beyon d

th e pre c in c ts of M ilton’

s M asqu e,

”i s c on stan tly n am ed a s

th e prom oter of good che e r ! th e fa c t , that h is n am e c on

ven ien tly rhym es w ith that of M om u s,c on tribu t in g perhaps

som ewhat to h is exaltation .

1 96 EPICUREAN SONGS .

THE LAWS OF THE TABLE.

(LES LOIS DE LA TABLE . )

PANARD .—born 1 691

,died 1 7 65.

Th e rigid laws of e tiqu e tteWere m ade ou r happ in ess m a r !

All ru le s o f “

pla c e a t on c e forge t,

An d take you r sea ts ju st a s y ou a r e .

Le ave on ly a su ffic ien t spa c e

Tha t ea ch m ay ha v e h is e lbows fre e,

N or e v e r le t a lovely fa c eTem pt y ou to break thi s sou n d de cre e .

An over c ivil gu est a v o id ,Wh o tortu re s y ou from pu re good will ,

“7 11 0 loads you r pla te t ill y ou ar e c loy’d,

A n d m u st in c essa n t bu m p ers fi ll .En j oy m en t l iberty requ ire s

,

Le t n on e c on tro l m y gla ss o r pla teLet e a ch m a n take wha t h e de sire s

,

Upon him self let e a ch m a n wa it .

Thin gs tha t can on ly plea se th e sightNe

’e r u pon m e im pre ssion m ade

,

HE gu e sts shou ld a lways bea t e a se

However su m ptu ou s is

th e fa re,

No ban qu e t c a n m y p a la te

p lea se

I f du l l c on strai n t is re igni n g there .

I f in a hou se c on stra in t I fin d,

Aga in,b e su re

,I n ever c om e

No in v ita t ion ’s to m y m in d

,

Save when I fe el m yse lf a t hom e .



Let kin gs, a n d the ir high m ysteries,

Un der discu ssion n e’er be brought

Ac cordin g to a m axim w ise,

We’ll hea r an d see

,an d stil l say n ou ght .

To them a ll du e resp e ct w e’ll show

,

Whom o’er ou r heads th e gods have pla ced

Th e go ods th e gods on u s bestow,

With a l l devotion w ill w e ta ste .

My cou n se l , frien ds, w ou ld y ou derideN ay , thi s i s tru e ,— be su re o f i t

,

Rea son shou ld eve r be ou r gu ide,

E’en when w e a t th e table si t .

To grow m ore gay y ou w il l n ot fa il,

When , din n er don e , th e sw e ets appear,B u t still

,tha t order m ay preva il ,

My l ittle c ode p erhaps you’ll hear

No v u lga r c lam ou r in you r son g,No raptur es that tra n scen d a ll bou n ds

No n arra t ive spu n ou t too lon g,

N o sar ca sm that th e b ea r er w ou n ds.

B en -m ots w ithou t a ba d in ten t,

Viva c ity from ru den e ss fre eWitho u t a qu a rrel

,a rgu m en t

,

An d w ithou t l ic en c e,l iberty.

ORIGINAL .

POINT d e gen e da n s n u repa sTable

,fut - e lle au m ieu x ga rn ie

,

I l fau t, p ou r m

’ofl

'

r ir d e s a ppa s,

Qu e la c on tra in te en so it ba n n ie .

Tou te s le s m a ison s e n j’en v o i

Son t d e s l ie u x qu e j’év i te

Am is, je ve u x etre che z m o i

,

Pa rtou t on l ’o n m’in v i te .

Qu an d on est sur le po in t d’h on n eu r

,

Qu el désagr ém en t on éprou ve

EPICUREAN SONGS . 1 99

Po in t d e hau t bou t c’est u n e erreu r

l l fa u t s’a sse o i r c om m e on se trou ve,

Su rtou t qu’u n e spa c e a ssez gran d

En l iberté n ou s la isseMem e au pres d

’u n Obje t cha rm an t

Com u s defen d la presse .

Fuyon s n u c on vive pressa n tDon t les so in s im po rtu n s n ou s choqu en t

,

Et qu i n ou s tu e en n ou s versa n tD es ra sade s qu i n ou s su ffoqu en tJe veu x qu e cha cu n su r c c fa itSo it l ibre san s re serve

,

Qu ’il so it u n m a itre e t u n va le t

Qu’ ‘

a son gou t i l se serve .

Tou t c e qu i n e p la it qu’au x regards

A l’u t il i te

’

je l’im m o le

D’u n bu ffet charge’ d e c en t m a r es

La m on tre m e p ara it friv o le‘

Je r i s tou t ba s lorsqu e je vo isL

’e’

léga n t éd ifi ee

D’u n su r tou t qu i , pen dan t six m o is

,

Ren tre en t ier dan s l ’offi c e .

D es m e ts j o lim en t a rr a n ges

Le c om partim e n t m éthodiqu e ,Ma lgré les c om m u n s préju gésM e pa ra i t sujet

‘

a critiqu eA qu o i c et opt iqu e e st - i l bon 2

Dite s m o i, je vou s prie ,

Sert - on p ou r les yeu x , e t do it -onMan ger p a r sym étr ie

S e p iqu er d’etre gra n d bu veu r

Est u n abu s qu e je dep lo r eFu yo n s ee titre peu fia tteu r

C’e st u n hon n eu r qu i d e

’

sh on or e .

Qu a n d on bo it trop on s’a ssoupit ,

Et 1’on tom be e n de’ lire

Bu vo n s p ou r a vo ir d e l’e spr i t

Et n on pou r l e de’

tru ire .

200 EPICUREAN SONG S .

Ca sser le s verr es e t les pots

C’e st in gratitu de e t fo lieQu elqu efo is i l e st a prop o sD e bo ire au x a ttra its d e Sylvie .

Ma is n e soyon s p o in t a ssez sots,Dan s n o s bou il lan ts c apric es

Pou r d étru ire et m ettre e n m orc e au xA qu i fa it n os délic es.

Qu ’an cu n d e n ou s pou r son ta len t

N e se fa sse j am a is a tten dre

Qu e sa vo ix ou son in str um en t

Pa rt e d es qu ’on vou dra l ’en ten d r e .

Ma is qu ’il c esse ava n t d ’en n u y e r

O,l ’in su ppor tab le hom m e

Qu e par son a rt sa it égaye rD es am is qu ’il a ssom m e

D es ro is les im porta n ts se cretsDo iven t pou r n ou s etre u n m ystereI l fa u t pou r fu ir d e va in s regrets,Tou t vo ir

,tou t en ten dr e

,e t se ta ire .

Respe cton s da n s n o s en tre tien sCe qu e l es dieu x ordon n en t

,

G ofi to n s et m ériton s les bien s

Qu e leu rs bon tés n ou s don n en t .

Qu an d on ( l ev r a it m e c e n su rer,

Je tien s,a m is

, po u r v er itable ,Qu e l e ra ison do it m e su rer

,

Le s pla isirs m em e s d e la table .

J e veu x qu a n d le frui t e st servi

Que cha cu n se reve illeMa is i l fa u t qu elqu e o rdre e t vo ic iCelu i qu e je c on se ille

Dan s le s chan son s po in t d’aboy eu rs,

Da n s le s tran sports p o in t d e tu m u lte,

Da n s les réc its po in ts d e lon gu eu rs,Dan s la critiqu e po in t d

’in su lte



Swe et love h a s often d e ign’d

My pov e rtv to cheer,

B u t n ow m y you th h as wan ed,I see h i s flight i s n ear.

Stern beau t ie s n ow desp iseTh e tribu te which I brin g

Yet stil l kin d Heaven c riesSin g

,l ittle fellow

,sin g.

To sin g,— o r I m istake ,

I s m y appo in ted ta skThose whom to joy I w ake ,To love m e I m ay a sk .

With frien ds to glad m y eyes,

With w in e m y heart to w in g,I hea r kin d He aven

,wh o cries

Sin g,l ittle fe llow

,sin g.

”

THE SOAP-BUBBLE.

(LA BULLE DE SAVON. )

ALEXIS DALES .

URE crysta l globe,whom fia tt

’r in g hu es a rray,

W h o from a straw ha st ta ’e n th y flight

Thou m otley toy , w ith which th e Zeph y is p lay,Thy sparkl in g brightn e ss cha r m s m y sight .

Perhaps, a t sixty it w ou ld beMore sage su ch tr ifles to de sp ise ,

B u t still I love tha t ba l l to se e,

Which m ou n ts th e a i r a n d qu ic k ly dies.

When towar ds th e sk y I see thee soar,

An d kn ow th e n n ever w ilt retu rn,

I thin k o f Childho od’s sports o n c e m oreO

’e r which ’

tis n ow to o la te to m ou rn .

Th e flowers w e p lu ck i n i nfa n cyCon c ea l ou r fe tters from ou r eyes.

Sweet t im e tha t ba ll re sem ble s the eI t m oun ts th e a i r an d qu ickly die s.

EPICUREAN SONGS . 203

We ll m ay’st thou fe ar som e shock,thou fragile thin g,

Whom fa te c a n sha tter w ith a breathEven th e bu tterfly’s soft tim id w in gI n tou chin g the e wou ld give the e death.

So throu gh th e world m a n’s pa th is free ,

Un t il h e se e s som e barrier rise,

An d fa ll s— thu s li ke th e ba ll is h eWh i ch m ou n ts th e a ir a n d qu ickly di es.

In con stan t love sm ile s on ou r early days,

An d shows a fu tu re e v er bright,

Folly h is com r ade , w aves a torch,whose rays

Da zzle ou r in experien c ed sight .

Lu red by th e brilli an t flam e a r e we,

Which scorches,while it cha rm s ou r eyes

,

Then van ishes— ’t is d ooom

’d to be ,

Like tha t l ight globe , which soars an d dies.

Som etim es a fla tt’r i ng in c en se I inha le ,

Which lu lls m e in to dream s o f fam e,

An d then I fan cy that I sha ll n ot fa ilTo m erit an u n dyin g n am e

B u t soon,a las m y vision s fl ee ,

Th e se so n gs,which I so fo n dly prize ,

Too l ike that g litt’r in g ba l l w ill be ,

m ou n ts th e a ir an d qu ickly die s.

This son g is dated 1 842.

EPICUREAN S ONGS .

THE TABLE .

(LA TABLE . )

DESAUG IERs.

A tribu te m u st be d u e of c ou rse,

To su ch an u n iver sa l m o ther.Of life th e table i s th e sour c e

In de ed, m y fr ien d , I k now n o o theTh e p il low ,

where y ou lay you r he ad ,I s so ft

,bu t ra ises v ision s sable

Th e dyin g wret ch i s on hi s bed ,Th e j o l ly d og i s a t h is table .

A dish tha t sca tters rich p erfu m e s

Mu st charm th e sen se beyon d a ll m ea su re,

Th e a n xiou s n ose th e steam c o n su m e s,

In ha l in g m ighty drau ghts o f plea su reCom p ared to fe a stin g, son gs, a n d m ir th

,

A ll o ther j oys a r e bu t u n stable,

Th e c o ld e st he a rt that beats o n ea rth,I s m e lted by a sm okin g tabl e .

Two riva l s hea r th e chu rch- c lock te l l ,Th e m om en t tha t the ir l ife w ill take fa st

Th e se co n d kn ow s hi s bu s’n e ss w e ll,

WV hO a sks them bo th to c om e to bre akfa st .

Al l a n ger so o n in w in e i s drown ’dTo d o su ch w o n ders w in e is able

Th e riva ls h a d be en u n dergrou n d ,H ad they n o t ra ther sat a t table .

N ep icu re , I m ean to sin g,

Th e table , a s a su bj e c t fittin g,

’Tis c ertai n ly a n us efu l thi n g,

An d frien dshi p’s tie s i s ever

kn ittin g.

Cen su re its w eapon s m ay u n sheathe ,To stop m y son g it i s u n able

So fearless of th e critic ’s teeth,I here disc ou rse u p on th e table .



Qu el deu x spe cta cle , qu el pla iD e vo ir c e s sa u ce s pa rfum éesD e n t toujou rs, prom pt a les sa isir

,

L’odo r at pom pe les fu m ées

On r i t,on cha n te

,on m an ge

,on be it

D e bon heu r sou rce in ta rissableLe coeu r pou rra it-i l reste r fro id ,Qu an d i l vo it tou t fu m er a tabl e

Deu x riva u x e n ten den t son n erL’in stan t qu i m en a c e leu r v i e .

A fa ire n u der nier déj eu n er,

U n t ém o in sage l es c on vieDa n s le v in tou s deu x pa r degre

’

s

Ete ign e n t leu r ha in e im pla c able ,I ls sera ien t peu t-etre en terr ésS’ils n e s

’éta ien t pa s m i s a table .

Le gro s Raym on d vo it chaqu e j our ,Cen t w isk y s a ssiéger sa p e rt eI l r ece it la vill e e t la c ou rLa ren om m ée a u x c ieu x le p e rt e ,I I a d on e d e ra re s vertu sN on .

” A -t ! i l u n ra n g rem arqu abl e,

D es ta len ts,d e l

’e sp r it ?

” ‘Pa s plu s.

”

Qu’a -t - i l don e —“ Il a bon n e table .

A tabl e o n c om pose , o n c’

eritA table u n e a ffa ire s

’e n gag e

A table on j ou e,o n gagn e

, o n r it

A table on fa it u n m a rriageA table on discu te

,on résou t

,

A table o n a im e,on e st a im able

Pu isqu ’ a table on peu t fa ire tou t ,Vivo n s d on e san s qu itter le table .

D ésa u g i c r s, o n e o f th e m ost fam ou s o f th e c on v iv ial a n d c om ic lyr ists of Fran c e ,be con s ide re d th e im m ediate p rede c e ssor o f Derri n ge r, w h o som e t im es all udes to h imin h i s son gs . H e w a s p res iden t of th e Cav eau Mode rn e w he n B é r a ng e r w as ad m i twdas a m em be r in 1 8 1 3 .

EPICUREAN SONGS . 207

FELIX SUMMERDAY.

(ROGER BONTEMPSBERAN GER .

On Su n day h e go es ou t,

D r e ss’d in h is father’s

Which h e tw in e s rou n d abou tWith re se s

,— a n d a ll tha t .

A c loak o f sorry stu ffThen m akes u p h is array

’Tis su re ly sm art en ou ghF or Felix Sum m e rd ay .

Stran ge kn ickkn a cks h a s h e g e t ,A p ort ra it h e love s still ,

A cra zy bed,a pot

Which providen c e m ay fi ll,

An em pty box , a flu teA pa ck o f c ards for play

These sim p le trea su re s su itF a t Fel ix Su m m erday .

F or chi ldren Of th e town,

Fu ll m an y a gam e h a s h e

H e ga in s a high ren ownBy stories— ra ther free

If an y c ritic objects t o th is c on v ersion o f a n im agin ary p r op er n am e in to on e

of sm aller sign ifican c e let h im fin d a n En gl ish rhym e for Bon te m ps .

”

PATTERN m ean t to be

Wh i ch gru m blers shou ldn ot sc orn ,

In de ep est povertyStou t Su m m erday wa s

born .

Ju st lead th e li fe y ou

p le a se ,

N e’e r m in d wha t p eople say

Sou n d m axim s,su ch a s these

,

Gu ide Fe li x Su m m erd ay .

EPICUREAN SONGS .

Of n ou ght h e loves to sp eakB u t son gs a n d dan c es g ay

Su ch them es th e l earn in g m ake,

Of Feli x Sum m erd ay .

F o r w a nt of cho ic est w in eTo dri n k what h e c an g et ,

To va lu e ladies fi n eF a r less than Su e o r B et

To p a ss h is days in bliss,An d love

,— a s best h e m ay ,

This i s th e w isdom,this

Of Fe l ix Su m m er d ay .

H e prays Grea t P ow ’r above

,

D o n ot severely taxMy fau lts

,bu t show th y love

When I am ra ther laxTh e sea son o f m y en d

Make still a m on th o f M ay !

This ble ssin g,Fa ther, sen d

TO Fel ix Su m m erd ay .

”

Ye po or, w ith en vy c u r s’d

Ye rich,fo r m ore wh o lon g

Ye,wh o

,by fortu n e n u r s

’

d,

A t la st a r e go i ng wro n g.

Ye wh o a r e d o om ’d t o fi n d

\Ve a lth,hon ou rs

, pa ss away,

Th e p a ttern be ar in m in dOf Fe l ix Su m m e rd ay .

ORIGINAL .

AUx gen s a trabila ire sPou r exem pl e don n é,En n u t em ps d e m iseresRoger Bon tem ps e st n é .

Vivre obscu r a sa gu ise,

N a rgu er l e s m e’

eon ten s

Eh ga i c’e st la devi se

D u gros Roger Bon tem ps .


2 1 0 EPICUREAN SONG S .

Vou s, pa u vr es p l e in s d’en vie ,

Vou s, riches désir eu xVou s

,don t le cha r dévie

Apres u n c ou rs heu reu xVou s

, qu i pe rdrez peu t-etreD es t itre s é cla tan s

,

Eh ga i pren ez pou r m z‘

ri tr e

Le gros Roger Bon tem ps.

On e of th e m ost c elebrated son gs o f B ér a n g e r ’

s first p eriod. I t is dated 1 81 4, a n dm ay be su pp osed to se t fo r th th e p oe t

'

s ideal o f a w ise m a n a t th e p eriod when h e h a dn ot begu n to in terest h im se lf in p ol it ic s .

SONG F OR EV ERi

v rvn LA CHANSON. )

J . A . PERCH ELET .

Let polit ies pu t on a m ask,

Althou gh ea ch he a r t w ith fre edom glowsTo tyr a n ts w h o ou r p a tie n c e task,Fu tu rity we c an oppose .

G r a sp’d by th e Fu tu re ’

s ha n d i s se en

A c u p , when c e pu rer w in e is w e ll in g ,

Th e leag uer,w ith h is bo som sw e ll in g

,

Obeys th e j oyou s tam bou rin e .

N ew c ou p le ts w ill th e Fu tur e give ,An d son g for everm ore sha ll live .

EAR frien ds, an o ther bu m per fi ll ,They say our son gs ar e grow in g du l lWha t i s th e m a tt er Ar e w e il l 2

Or a r e ou r gla sse s n eve r fu llGre a t Ba c chu s h a s a dru g, n o dou bt ,To ke ep po or Bl om u s

’sou l from

sin kin gSo c om e

,m y frien ds, we

’ll fa ll

a -dr inkin g\Vhen w in e flow s i n

,th e w it shin es ou t .

Ye s,win e y e s , w in e su ch pow

’r

c a n give,

Tha t son g fo r everm ore sha ll l ive .

EPICUREAN SONGS . 2 1 1

As hi story h a s been dry too lon g,To Mom u s

’su bje cts l et u s give ,

By way o f chan ge,a m erry son g

,

In stea d of cha rters tha t de ce ive .

Th e an xi ou s dre am s w e c an desp ise ,Of those wh o pu rchase p ow

’r too dearly !

A son g c an sp eak th e tru th ou t c lea rly,

A cha r ter on ly tells u s l ie s.

To jOlly Mom u s than ks w e give,

Yes,son g for everm ore sha l l l ive .

Th e pu n y dwa rfl in gs wh o su sta inTh e tyra n ts, with tri u m phan t gla n c e ,

A host o f gian ts w ou ld re stra inW e m e et the ir steps w ith son g an d dan c e .

Let a ll ou r ban d of brothers wake ,Whom th e sam e archin g heaven s c over !To -m orrow

,frien ds

, percha n c e th e Lou vreBen ea th th e Ca rm agn ole m ay shake ,Tha t stra in great Mom u s sha ll revive ,An d son g for everm ore sha l l l ive .

An other wreath o f pa lm to ga in,

En croa chin g tyra n ts to defyF or Be’ran ger w e c a ll— in va inTh e p oet giv es u s n o reply.

Com e,idle w e have be en to o lon g

,

When m en a r e in a du n ge on lyin g,

Th e son g shou ld throu gh th e stre ets beTh e pe op le stan ds in n e ed o f son g.

No heed to sc owl in g vizirs give,

Lau gh,sin g— for son g sha ll ever l ive .

Per eh ele t w as on e of th e m em bers of La Li ce Cha n sonm ere, fou n ded by Lepage in1 334. Th e abov e son g is dated 1 842.

EPICUREAN SONG S .

THE BACHELOR’S LODGING .

(LE MENAGE DU GARQON . )

J OSEPH PA I N .

LODGE u pon a lofty flo or,

I n fa c t,ju st where th e sta ir

c ase en ds,

N o hou sew ife have I —to m y do orN o porter bu t m yse lf a tten ds,

Whe n c reditors to se ek the ir prey,Rin gin g w ith a l l their v igom

‘

c om e,

’Ti s I m yself am forc ed to say ,

Tha t I m yse lf a m n o t a t hom e .

My list o f m ovable s,I ’m su re

A she e t of p ap er wou ld n o t fi ll,

Ye t I ’v e sufli c ien t fu rn itu reTo en terta in m y frien ds a t w ill

Though babblin g fools I c an n o t

bear,

Tru e frien ds re c e ive a w e l com e

kin dF o r ev’ry m an I have a cha ir

,

F o r ladies too a n ook I fi n d .

Swe e t n ym ph when y ou wou ld soothe m y care s,

Com e softly,le st you rse lf y o u t ire

Believe m e,e ight an d n in ety sta irs

,

N 0 l ittle fortitu de requ ire .

\V hen towards m y dwe ll in g ladie s c om e

They a lways fe e l a su dden sta r t,

An d n ever se e m y hu m ble hom e

\V i th ou t a pa lp ita tin g he art .

( r'

ou r m cm ds,th e sta te o f m y c u isin e

,

You w ish to lea rn it— I dare say ,Am ple m y fare h as ever be en

,

I a lways take three m ea ls a d ay .


IH TCUREAN SONG S .

MY LITTLE CORNER.

(MON PETIT COIN. )

BERAN GER.

There tyr an n y n o a rm y brin gsThere r ights I ba la n c e withou t

fe ar.There sen ten c e I can pa ss o n kin gs,An d o

’e r th e people shed a tea r.

Th e fu tu re then ,w ith sm ili ng fa c e ,

I n m y prophe tic dream s, I see

Oh gran t m e,frien ds

,this triflin g gra c e

,

My l ittle c orn er leave to m e .

There c an I w ield a fa iry’s w a n d ,

Can fur ther go od,c a n ban ish i ll ,

Move p a la c es a t m y c om m an d,

An d trophie s ra ise where’e r I w ill .

Th e kin gs whom o n th e thro n e I pla c e ,Think p ower c om bin ed w ith love shou ld be

Oh gra n t m e,friends

,thi s triflin g gra ce ,

My l ittle c orn er l ea v e to m e .

’Tis there m y sou l pu ts on n ew w in gs,An d fre e ly se a rs above th e world ,

While prou dly I look down o n kin gs,An d se e them to perdition h u r l

’d .

H n othin g in this world I prize ,I ’ll se ek m y l ittle n ook on c e m ore

,

Th e ga ll ey-slave h is prison flie sTo fin d a refuge on th e shore .

“Then in m y hum ble rest in g-pla c e ,As a Bedoui n

,I am fre e

SO gra n t m e,frien ds

,this triflin g

gra c e,

My little c orn er leave to m e .

EPICUREAN SONGS . 2 1 5

On e on ly sc ion o f h is ra c eEscapes, a n d I h is glory se e


,this tri flin g gra c e

,

My little c orn er leave to m e .

Thu s pa triotic pla n s I dream ,

By hea v en va lu ed,n ot by e arth

Oh learn m y r e v’r i e s to e ste em ,

You r w o rld,in de ed

,is l ittle worth .

Th e n ym phs, wh o high Parn a ssu s gra c e ,Th e gu ard ian s of m y to ils sha l l be


,this triflin g gra c e

,

My l ittle c orn er l eave to m e .

This son g is dated 1 81 9.

THE LITTLE GARGANTUA.

(LE PETIT GARGANTUA . )

DESAUG IERs.

H EN w e have learn’d to e a t

a n d drin k ,There ’

s n othin g m oren e ed on e arth

Th e riche st , w ithou t jaw s,1

thin k,

Wou ld fin d the ir riches l ittlew orth .

A fa ithfu l m istress i s th e board ,I t won ou r childhood’s ea r

l iest sighs,

I ts charm s by in fan ts a r e

adored ,I ts ple asu re s tot t

’r in g ag e

c a n prize .

When we have le arn ’d,&c .


A world o f pa in s th e p edan t takes,B u t for hi s learn in g wha t c are 1

,

When where th e c ook a fortun e m akes,

Th e booksel lers o f hu n ger di e “

2

When we have lea rn ’d, Ar e .

Dem osthen es a n d CiceroAr e doubtless sta te ly n am es to hear

,

Th e n am e of good Am phi try oSou n ds far m ore ple asan t in m in e e a r .

When w e have lea rn ’d, &c .

Th e trea su res which w ere h e ap’d a rou n d

,

To Mida s w ere a n em pty show,

Al l h ad h e given to have fou n dA sav

’ry dish of fric an deau .

When w e have lea r n ’d,

If u pon love I wa ste a n hou r,An d bear its w e a risom e de light ,

I t is be c au se love h a s th e pow erTo sha rp en u p m y app etite .

When w e have learn ’d, &c .

Co lu m bu s sadly te i l’d,we

’re to ld,

Tha t h e a n other world m ight se eA sta te ly globe woul d y ou beho ldMy worthy frien ds

,ju st l o ok a t m e .

When w e have lea r n ’d, th e .

Pa l e grief a n d en vy e a t n ot m u ch,An d therefore they a r e a lways thin

An am p le paun ch w ill ever vou chF o r goodn e ss reside n t there in .

When w e have lea r n ’d,&c .

If Je an Ja cqu es w ore a su l len a ir,

While Pa n a rd n ever lea rn ’d to pou t ,

I t w a s be c au se Jean Ja cqu es w a s sp are ,I t wa s be cau se Pan ard w a s stou t .

When we have lea rn ’d,


2 1 8 EPICUREAN SONGS .

On Pa rn a ssu s, I am to ld,

Poverty h a s r e ign’d fo r lo n g

,

Wh a t wa s Hom er’s w e a lth of o ld 2

Ju st a wa l le t,st ick

,an d son g.

Th e j o l ly begga rs,(be .

You wh o from m isfortu n e fl in ch,

Ma n y a h e r e, y ou m u st kn ow

,

When h e fe e ls th e t ight sh o e p in ch,Sighs to thin k of h is sa bot.

Th e j olly beggars, &c .

You wh o poverty wou ld sn u b,

De em in g p om p a won drou s thin g,

Re c o ll e c t,tha t

,in hi s tu b

,

On c e th e cyn ic braved a kin g.

Th e j o l ly begga rs,(be .

In to yon der m a n sion fi n e,

Du l l en n u i w ill o ften c re epWithou t n apkin s w e c a n din e

,

On ou r straw c an sou n dly sle ep .

Th e j o lly beggars,

(be .

On tha t pa l let , blithe a n d fre e,

Lie s a god o f a sp e c t brightLove h a s c a l led i n Pove rty

,

W ho is la u ghin g w ith de light .

Th e j o lly beggars,

(be .

Frien dship , whom w e o ft regre t,

Do th n o t y e t ou r c lim a te qu it,

Still sh e drinks a t th e gu i n gu ette ,With th e so ldiers p lea sed to si t.

Th e jo l ly begga rs,ris e .

ORIGINAL

LES g ueu x,le s g ueu x

,

Son t l es gen s heu reu xI ls s

’a im en t e n tre eu x .

Vive n t le s gu eu x

EPICUREAN SONG S . 2 1 9

D e s gu eu x chan ton s la lou an ge,

Qu e d e g u eu x hom m es d e bien !I l fa u t qu

’en fin l

’e Sp r it ven ge

L’h on n éte hom m e qu i n’a rien .

Les gu eux, l es gu eu x, &c .

Ou i,le bon heu r e st fa c ile

Au se in d e la p au vretéJ’en a tte ste l

’Ev an g i le

J’en a tte ste m a ga ité .

Les gu eu x,l e s gu eu x, (be .

Au Pa rn a sse,la m isere

Lon g- tem ps a régn é,d it -on .

Qu els bien s p osséda it Hom‘

ere 2U n e be sa c e

,u n baton .

Le s gu eu x,l es gu eu x

, (ire .

Vou s qu’a ffl ige la détre sse ,

Croye z qu e p lu s d’u n he'ro s

,

Dan s l e sou l ier qu i l e blesse ,Peu t regrette r se s sabo ts .

Le s gu eu x,l es gu eu x

,(ir e .

D u fa ste qu i vou s éton n eL’exil pu n it p lu s d

’u n gr an d

Diogen e,dan s sa ton n e

,

Brave en pa ix u n c on qu e’

r an t .

Le s gu eu x,le s gu eu x

,&c .

D ’u n p a la is l

’é c la t vou s frappe ,

Ma is l ’en n u i v ien t y ge’

m ir.On peu t bien m a n ger sa n s n appe ,

Su r la pa ille o n peu t dorm ir .

Les gu eu x, l es gu eu x,

Qu e l dieu se pla it e t s’ag ite

Sur c e graba t qu ’il fl eu r it 2C’est l

’Am ou r, qu i re n d vi sit

A l a Pa u v re té qu i r it .

Le s g ueu x, les g ueu x, (ir e .


L’Am i ti é qu e l’on regrette

N ’a po in t qui tté n os clim ats

Elle trin qu e a la gu in gu ette,

Assise en tre deu x so lda ts.

Les g ueu x, les gu eu x, Ar e .

On e of th e son gs of Beran ger’s first p eriod, a n d on e of th e m ost celebra ted of an yp eriod.

I’LL BE \VISE .

(LE DESIR D ’ETRE SAGE . )

An on ym ou s.

HAT I’ll be wise

,ea ch d ay

I swe ar,

An d follow re a son ’s m axim s cold

,

Tha t thou gh th e fa irest fa c e is n ear,

I ’ll look a s Ca to look’d o f o ld.

Th e even in g c om es,m y love I see ,

An d ple a su re take s m e by su r

prise ,Ye s

,—fo lly’

s Slave to -day I’ll be

,

I v ow to -m o rrow I ’ll be w ise .

To -m orrow c om e s,— I swear on ce

B u t fi n d I c an n o t ke ep m y v ow

se e th e girl whom I adore,

An d oh,— c an I re sist h er n ow

‘

2

A hu rried kiss Sh e give s to m e,

An d sw iftly a l l m y w isdom fl ies,

Ye s,— fo lly’s sla v e to -da y I

’ll be

,

I v ow to -m orr ow I ’ll be w ise .

W ho , whe n a cha rm in g gir l is n igh,

Can hope to a ct a s h e h a s sworn lA ten der gla n c e— a sm ile— a sigh

,

An d 10 hi s hea r t away is bo rn e .


COMIC AND SATlRlCAL SONGS.

UNDER this head ar e c om prised what th e Fren ch c all

Chan son ettes Com i qu es e t Sat iriqu es .

”Th e m ost im

portan t of th e son gs a r e those elabo ra te de sc ript ion s o f

Pa risian l ife by D ésau gier s, to which we c an scarc ely

fin d a pa ralle l in ou r own lan gu age .

COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONG S .

THE HUNCHB ACKS .

(LES DOSSUS . )

To say tha t th e hu n ch isbu rde n i s wron g

Th e grea te st a dva n tage s to i t be lon g,

Th e m an w ith a hu n ch bo th before a n d behin d,

H is stom a ch w ill e a sily gu ard from th e w in d,

An d she lter besides fo r h is shou lders w il l fi n d .

Th e hu n chba ck i s m ostly r en ow n’d— you w ill own

F o r po li sh’d addre ss a n d th e t ru e c om ic t o n e

\Vh en e v e r i n profile him se lf h e disp lays,H is form so m aj e stic a l l fo lks m u st a m a ze

,

An d de ep a dm ira tion they fe e l a s they ga ze .

If I w ere a s rich a s King Cro esu s o f o ld

,

A h u n ch ba ck’d a ssem bly m y p a la c e sho u ld ho ld

IVh a t fe e lin gs o f joy w ou ld a rise i n m y bre ast ,IVh i le ru l in g a c ou rt which th e lu stre po ssess

’d

Of m en by Dam e N a tu re so sp e c ia l ly bl e st

Am id m y br e ad garden s upo n a ta l l baseA fin e m eta l c a st o f gre at ZESOp I

’d pla c e ,An d g rav c n be low th is in scrip tion shou ld tel lMy views o n th e subj e ct to a ll wh o c ou ld sp e l l

Resp ec t to th e hu n ch, a n d th e hu n chba ck a s w e l l .

’LL t ell y ou a fa c t

,whi ch I

lea r n’d i n m y you th,

A hu n ch on on e’s ba ck i s a

ble ssin g i n tru thT ha t grea test o f fa v ’

r ites,th e

go od Ma ster Pu n ch,

W h o a lways i s w e lc om e as

din n er o r lu n ch,

Owes ha lf o f h i s fam e,b e

a ssru‘

ed,to h i s hu n ch .


226 COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONGS .

On e d ay in to h is room I ven tu redN o thou ght of i ll m y bosom en ter

’d

My fa ther k n o ck ’d aga in st th e do or,An d m ade th e devil ’s own u proar.Oh when w ill p erse cu t ion c ea se

,

An d lovers ta lk o f love in pe a c e 2

My sire w ith rage wa s bo ili n g e v e r,

So by th e ha ir h e se ized m y loverW h o

,thou gh h is hea rt w a s soft— a la ck

,

W a s forc ed to pa r ry this a tta ckH is fi st soon r ea ch ’

d m y fa ther’s fa c e

,

Wh o tu m bl ed down in Sorry c ase .

My m other hea rd th e dyin g m an,

An d w ith a stick u psta irs sh e r a n,

Then,r agin g like a t em p est dread ,

Sh e k n o c k ’d m y lov er on th e head

Ala ck— a la ck— a n d w e ll - a -d a yQu ite dead u pon th e floor h e lay .

My m other fo r this hapless blowWa s in to prison forc ed to goThey’ve h a n g

’d h er

,— a n d th e Com m issa i re

Sen ds m e to th e Sa lp etr ier e .

Ala s to thin k a m om en t’s p l e a su re

M ay c au se u s trou ble beyo n d m ea su re

Th is ta le 0 ! w oe is asc ribed to Tac on e t, c e lebrate d in th e last c en tu ry a s a writer o fp ie c es il lu strat iv e of th e m an n e rs of l ow l ife , i n w h ich h e h im se l f played th e prin c ipalp e rson age . A c ou rse of dissipat ion term in ated h is l ife in 1 7 74, when h e was fortyfou r years of ag e .

c om e AN D SATIRICAL SONGS . 227

KING DAGOBERT .

Th e kin g then tu ru ’d them

H is skin a l ittle cam e in sightGood Sa in t Elo iSa id O m on r o i

,

You r skin,a la ck

,

A s soot i s bla ck .

”

Po oh,m o n sieu r

,sa id th e kin g

,

Mu ch bla cker i s H e r Maj esty.

Kin g Dagobert,o n e da y ,

Pu t on h i s c oa t o f green SO gay .

G o od Sa in t Elo iSa id Look

,m e n r o i

,

I n you r be st c oa tA ho le I n ote .

”

The n sa id th e kin g, That ’s tru e,

B u t you rs is who le,so len d it In

H is sto ckin gs too were seen

I n holes,— by m aggo ts gn aw

’d,I ween .

G o od Sa in t Elo iSa id 0 m en r o i

,

I N G Dagobert,so stou t

,

H e we r e h i s bree ches wron gS ide ou t .

Good Sa in t Elo iSa id 0 m en r o i

,

Un se em ly a r e

Th e hose y ou wear.Then sa id th e kin g

,That ’s

tr ue,

”sa id h e

,

B u t n ow I ’ll tu rn themright

,you ’l l se e .

”

228 COMIC AND SAT IRICAL SONGS .

Ju st look b e low,

Your c a lve s y ou show .

Then sa id th e kin g,That ’s tru e

,sa id h e ,

S o plea se you r sto ckin gs len d to m e .

”

Kin g Dagobert,so brave

,

I n w in ter w a s n ot won t to shave .

G o od Sa in t Elo iSa id O m en r o i

,

You ’l l g et , I hep e ,

A l ittle soap .

Then sa id th e kin g,I w ill

,

”sa id h e

,

“ Have y ou a p en n y‘

Z— Len d i t m e .

”

Kin g Dagobert,o f yore

,

H e w e r e h is wi g hin d-

pa rt before .

Good Sa in t Elo iSa id O m en r o i

,

Your wi g’s n ot right ,You lo ok a fr ight .

”

Then sa id th e kin g That ’s tr ue,

sa idYou ’ve go t a scra t ch

,so len d it m e .

”

Kin g Dagober t,o f yore ,

H is c lo ak to o Sh ort,in w in ter we r e .

G ood Sa in t Elo iSa id 0 m en r o i

,

You r c lo ak i s sc an t,

N ew c lo th y ou w a n t .

Then sa id th e kin g,Tha t ’s tr ue

,

SO pu t o n in che s two o r th ree .

”

Kin g Dagobe r t wro te verseSO i ll tha t n othin g c ou ld b e worse .

G o od Sa in t Elo iSa id 0 m on r o i

,

So n gs,if y ou p le a se ,

You ’ll le ave to ge e se .

The n sa id th e kin g I w ill,

”sa id h e ,

So y ou sha l l m ake m y son gs for m e .

”

Kin g Dagobert,th ey say ,

Ne ar An twerp w en t to hu n t on e day .


230 COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONG S .

Kin g Dagobert of OldMade wa r a lthou gh ’

twa s w in ter c old.

G ood Sa in t Elo iSa id 0 m e n ro i

,

You r highn e ss’ n oseWill so on be froze

Then sa id th e kin g Tha t ’s tru e,

sa id h e,

So ba ck aga in a t hom e I ’ll be .

”

On e day , so ru n s th e ta le ,Th e kin g u pon th e sea wou ld sa il .G ood Sa in t Elo iSa id O m e n r o i

,

If ou twa rd bou n dYou m ay be drown

’dThen sa id th e kin g Tha t’s tru e

,

Le r o i bo it ” then th e c ry w ill be .

Th e good kin g DagobertIVa s v ery fo n d o f h is dessert .

G o od Sa in t Elo iSa id O m e n r o i

,

More tha n en ou gh

You cu t a n d stu ff. ”

Po oh,m on sieu r

,

”sa id th e kin g

,sa id

I n stu ffi n g you ’re a m a t ch fo r m e .

”

Kin g Dagobert th e gre a t,

When h e h ad t ippled, w a lk’d n ot stra ight .

G o od Sa in t Elo iSa id 0 m e n r o i

,

You r fo o tstep s slideFrom side to side .

”

Po oh,m on sie u r

,

”sa id th e ki ng

,sa id h e

,

t e n y ou ge t dru nk , y ou wa lk l ike m e .

A n d when th e good kin g died,

Th e de v il c a m e to h is bedside .

G o od Sa in t Elo iSa id 0 m on r o i

,

COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONGS . 23 1

You c a n’t d o le ss

Than n ew c on fe ss .

Then sa id th e kin g,

Ala s sa id h e,

Why c an’t y ou di e in ste ad Of m e ?”

ORIGINAL .

(F IRST THREE V ERSES .

LE bon r o i DagobertAva it sa cu lo tt e a l

’en vers

Le gr an d Sa in t Elo iLu i d it 0 m e n r o i !

Vo tre Maj e stéE st m a l cu lo tte .

C’e st vra i

,

” lu i d i t lo r o i,

J e va is le rem ettre a l ’en d r o it .

Com m e i l la rem e tt a itE t qu ’

n n p eu i l se déc ou vra it ,Le gran d Sai n t Elo iLu i d i t O m e n r o i ,

Vou s avez la p eauPlu s n o ire qu ’

n n c orbe a u .

B ah,bah lu i d it le r o i

,

La re in e l ’a p lu s n o ire qu e m o i .

Le bon r o i DagobertF u t m ettre son b e l habit vertLe gra n d Sa in t Elo iLu i d it 0 m on r o i

,

Votre habit pa r eAu c ou de e st p erc e .

C’e st vra i

,

” lu i d it le r o i

Le t ien e st bon p rete- le -m oi .

This ex traordin ary son g i s fam il iar e v en to th e ch ildren o f Paris,a n d y e t n o on e

s eem s t o kn ow i ts origin . Ne ither th e style , n or t h e air to wh ich i t i s su n g, be lon gs toa n a rit iqu e p e riod . Whatev er m a y b e i ts ag e ,

i t h a s long b e en '

fr eg a r d ed a s a sort o fc om m on p rop erty, w i th w hich a n y on e m ay do a s h e p leases. Thu s i n 1 81 3, som e

sat iric al v erses w ere add ed wh ich e v iden tly p oin ted t o th e Ru ssian c am paign ,a n d th e

p rogre ss o f th e son g th rou gh th e stre e ts w a s che cked by th e p ol ic e .

A lthough th e son g i s fu l l of in ten tion al an achron ism s a n d absu rdit ies, th e in tim acy

Mo re is n ot requ is ite where there is so m u ch sam en ess .


be tw een th e an c ien t Merov in gian Kin g Dagobert a n d S t . Eloi, i s an historical fac t .

Th e Sain t w a s B ishop o f Neye n , a n d th e c on fidan t o f th e royal debau che e , whomh e in sp ired w ith th e ide a o f foun ding re l igiou s e stabl ish m en ts as a n aton em e n t for h isS in s. H e w a s m oreov er th e king’

s tre asu rer, an d gain ed great c elebrity for h i s Ski ll asa goldsm i th .

Th e in t rodu c t ion o f th e dev il in th e l ast v e rse p ossibly ow es i ts origin to an

an c ien t l egen d, ac c ordin g to w h ich a holy bishop saw i n a v ision a n u m ber o f sain tsa n d dem on s c on ten din g fo r th e sou l of King Dagobe rt . This legen d form s th e su bje c tof an o ld scu lptu re in th e Abbey o f S t . Den is , w hich i s stil l in ex iste n c e .

A v ery p leasan t m irac le is re lated of S t . Eloi . I t ap pe ars that th e ch u r ch o f

St . Colom be w a s p lu n de red of i ts orn am en ts , whe reu p on t h e good b ishop addressedth e d e c eased sain t

,a n d told h e r th at if sh e d id n o t m ake th e th iev e s brin g th e stolen

p rop e rty back to th e chu rch , h e w ou ld sh u t i t u p . S t. Colom be took th e hin t,a n d on

t h e foll ow in g n ight a l l th e art ic l e s w ere re stored .

THE CANAL ST . MARTIN .

(LE CANAL ST . MARTIN. )

DUP l-IUTY AND CORN ON .

There la u n dre sse s a n d bargem en lou d

,

T here d ébwrd cm '

s a n d co l liersbla ck

,

Abou t th e w a ters ever crowd ,An d n on e e m ploym en t e v e r la ck .

Here,fu ll a n hu n dred trade s c an ga in

F a r bette r bre ad than on th e Se in eAn d ’

t is to o u r Ca n al we kn owOu r cu ps o f sparklin g win e w e owe .

Com e,son s Of th e Ca n a l , (be .

OM E,son s o f th e Ca n a l

,a n d

j o in m e in m y stra in,

From Pa ris to Pa n tin— to

Pa ris ba ck a ga i n.

Lo n g l iv e th e Can a l St . M ar

t in

Th e j oyou s you n g ga m i n ,Th e c o sy c i ta d in

,

A ll bless th e Ca n a l S t . M ar

t in .


234‘ COMIC AND SATIRICAL S ONG S .

PICTURE OF PARIS,AT F IV E IN THE MORNING .

(TABLEAU DE PARIS A CINQ HEURES DU MATIN . )

DESAUGIERS .

N ow th e dark n ess breaks,Fl ight i t slow ly takesN ow th e m o rn in g wakes,

Ro ofs a rou n d to gi ld .

Lam p s give pa l er l ight ,Hou ses grow m ore whiteNow th e day ’

s in Sight,

Mar kets a ll a r e fi ll’d .

Fro m La Vile tteCom es you n g Su sette ,H er fl ow ’

r s to set

Upon th e qu ay.

H is donkey,Pierre

I S driv in g n e ar,

From Vin c en n es hereH is fru it brin gs h e .

Florists op e the ir eyes,Oyster-w om en rise

,

Gro cers,w h o a r e w ise ,

Sta rt from bed a t dawnArt iz an s n ew t o il

,

Po e ts pap er so il ,Peda n ts ey e

- sight spo il ,Idlers o n ly yawn .

I se e Ja v o tte,

W h o c r ie s Caro tteAn d se l ls a l o t

Of p a rsn ip s cheap .

H e r vo ic e so shrillTh e a ir c a n fi ll

,

An d drown i t wi ll

Th e chim n ey-swe ep .

COMIC AND SATIRI CAL SONG S . 235

Now th e gam e ster’s se en

With a haggard m ien,

An d h i s p o ck e t c le an ,Swea rin g

,hom e h e go e s

While th e dru nka rd liesOn h is pa th, m ore w ise

,

Makin g m u sic riseFrom h is blu shin g n ose .

I n yon der hou seThey still c arou se

,

Cha n ge lovin g vow s,

An d S in g an d p lay.

Throu gh a ll th e n ight,

I n so rry p l ight ,A w re tched w ight

Befo re i t lay .

Now th e pat ien t rin gs,Till th e serva n t brin gsDra u ghts an d o ther thin gs

,

Su ch as d o ctors kn owWhile h is lady fa irFe ign s w ith m ode st a ir

(Love i s lu rkin g thereF or a ba th to go .

Love ’s p ilgrim s c reepWith pur p o se de ep ,An d m ea su red step

Where n on e c a n

Th e di li gen c eI s lea v in g Fran c e

,

To se ek Maye n ceOr Ita ly

Dear papa , a dieu ,G ood by e , m other

,to o

,

An d th e sam e to y o u ,

Ev’ry little on e .

”


N ow th e horses n e igh,

N ow th e whip’s in p lay,

Win dows rin g aw ayOu t of S ight they’re g en e .

I n ev’ry p la c eN ew thin gs I tra c e

,

N o em pty pla c eCan n ew be fou n d .

B u t grea t a n d sm a l l,

An d Short an d ta ll ,Tag r ag a n d a ll

,

I n crowds abou n d .

N e’e r th e l ike h a s be en

N ow they a ll beginSu ch a grievou s d in

,

They w ill sp lit m y headH ow I feel i t a cheWith th e n o ise they m akePa ris i s aw ake

,

S o I ’l l go to bed .

T his a n d th e three follow in g songs a r e p erfe c t spe c im en s of th e descrip t iv e styleo f Désa u g i e rs .

PICTURE OF PARIS,AT F IV E I N THE AF TERNOON.

(TABLEAU DE PARIS A CINQ HEURES DU SOIR . )

D IZSAUG I ERS .

NOW th e m otley thron g,

AS i t ro l ls a lo n gWith i ts torr en ts stron g,

Se em s to ebb aw ay.

Bu sin e ss- t im e h a s p a st ,

Din n er c om es a t la st,

Clo ths a r e spre adin g fa st ,N ight su c ce eds to d ay .


COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONGS .

I c e i c e they c al l,

An d “c o ffe e ” baw l

,

Cou ld y ou a t a l l

Th e pap er spare 2

Jou r n a ls they re ad o’e r

,

Liqu ors down they pou r,Or they sit before

Table s sprea d for pl a y .

While w ith wa tchfu l eye s,

An d w ith a sp e ct wise ,Sta n ds to c ri tic ise

Th e h a bi tu é.

There tragedyThey go to se e .

Here c om edyA sserts h e r re ign

A juggler here,

A d ram a thereYou r pur se w ou ld c lea r

,

N or su es in vai n .

N ow th e lam ps a r e bright,

Chan de l iers a l ight,

Shep s a r e qu ite a sightWhile wi th w icked ey e ,

Sta n ds th e l ittle qu e enOf th e m aga zin e

,

An d w ith rogu ish m ienTem pts th e fo lks to buy .

A n ook Obscu reWill som e a l lure

,

W h o the re se cu reM a y p lay the ir parts.

There thieve s a t w illThe ir p o cke ts fi llAn d lov ers ste a l

Th e ladies’ hearts.

Jc a n n o t,a n d Clau de

,an d Bla ise

N ic o la s an d Niea ise,

HUMOROUS SONGS .



Ha rk wha t a rou tThey pu sh abou t

,

An d lou dly shou tTake c a re— take c are

Som e hu rry, y et

Ar e so on u pse t ,

Across som e g et

An d hom e repa ir.

Tra de begin s to drop ,Fin din g cu stom step ,

Tradesm en shu t u p shopHere ’

s a c on tra st stra n geN o isy thorou ghfa re

,

Crowd- en cu m b er’d squ are

TO a de sert bare,

N ow is d o om ’d to cha n ge .

A form I se eAppro a chin g m e

,

Qu i v ive says h eAt on c e I shr in k

As h e draws n ighAwa y go I,’Ti s best to fly

All scrap es, I thi n k.

N ow there ’s n ought i n sight

Save th e lam p s’

p a le light ,S c atter’ d throu gh th e n ight

,

Tim idly they p eepThese too disappe ar,No th i n g far o r n ea rB u t th e bre eze I hear

,

Al l a r e fa st a sle ep .

COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONGS . 241

THE PILLAR OF THE OAEE.

(LE PILIER DU CAFE . )

DESAUG IERS .

Now u pon a p la n I’v e h it

,

Which fa r better su its m y ta ste ,

Asks n o t to o m u ch t im e o r w it,

An d p reven ts a ll sorts of w a ste .

Ho sp itab le roofs abou n dOn th e B ou leva rds

,where a r e fou n d

Fo lks w h o n oth i n g have to d o ,Fo lks w h o t ake the ir le isu re too .

There,when w ea ry, I obta in ,

Som et im es pa stim e,som et im es sleep

M e they She lt er from th e ra in,

M e from su n beam s sa fe ly ke ep .

H a I fa n cy y ou have gu e ss’d

Wha t m u st be those r egion s bless’d .

We l l,for thirty years ha ve 1

Throu gh a l l w e a thers,w e t a n d dr y

Ju st a t seven l eft m y bed ,

On m y S ixth flo or ev’ry d ay ,

EN TLEF OLKS, pray, what m u st

be

In this w orld a fe llow ’s

lot,

Wh o,l ike m e

,n o fam ily

,

Fo rtu n e, pla c e , o r w ife

,

h a s g ot

Thr ou gh th e squ are s to stray,

n o dou bt,

On th e qu ays to roam abou t .

Pa rdon m e— by su ch a tradeNon e bu t sho ebla cks r ich a r e

m ade .

242 COM IC AND SATIRICAL SONG S .

WVa Sh ’d a n d shaved a n d cu r l’d m y head,

An d d r opp’d down to th e Ca fé.

There th e w a iter in a tr ic eBrin gs o f bread a who lesom e slice

,

Wh i ch I thin k a breakfa st rare,

With a gla ss of c ap ill a ire .

Be in g th e first c om er— then,

Early re adin g to en sur e,

I sn a tch u p th e Qu otid i em i e,

An d th e Cou r i er I se cu re .

With th e Globe ben e a th an a rm,

With th e o ther ke ep in g wa rmTh e D éba ts

,I ’m on th e wa tch

S oon th e l lI on i teu r to c atch .

Hu n t in g. m e anwhile th e P i lote,Which

,thou gh gou ty

,I obta in ,

Bu sy with m y l im p in g footTh e D i a ble B o i leu a: I ga in .

H e l lo n e ighbou r, qu i d n e v i

Thu s I hea r a Pic a rd c ry ,

Wh o is m ighty p le a sed to ShowLa tin in hi s parts th ey kn ow .

Th en o f Gree c e I glibly sp eak ,To u ch u pon th e In stitu te ,

Tim es,th e wea the r Of th e w e ek ,

Dogs a n d a c tors— n ev er m u te .

If by cha n c e h e shou ld forge tA ll h is su gar- lu m p s to e a t

,

Wha t h e le ave s be c om e s m y share,

Sin c e ’tis pa id fo r , this is fa ir .

N0 o n e c a n m y right den y,H e tha t doubts i t m u st be du ll

By this sm art c on trivan c e,I

Ke ep m y suga r-ba sin fu l l .The n to billia rds Off I g o ,Where th e pl ayers, a s they kn owI c ou ld be a t them

,o n e a n d a l l

,

Make m e ju dge o f e v’ry ba ll .


244. COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONGS .

At th e Bou rse o r c ou rts of law

Likewise kn ow to -m o rrow ’s play.

All a t o n c e a n o ise I hea r,

Now th e din ers reapp ea rWh i le th e n ew - l it g a s i s gleam i n g,In they c om e w ith fa c es beam in g.

Variou s thin gs they cha t abou t,

On th e sea ts the ir bodies throwWa iters pou r the ir c offe e o u t

I appro a ch i n cogn i to .

Near a ba n ker n ow I sit ,Choo se m y sta t ion n ea r a w i t

,

Brokers n ow m y n e ighbou rs m ake,

Every -sort o f h u e I take .

Not on e c u stom e r i n a ll

Cou ld I ’m sur e w ith m e c om pete ,

If for c o ffe e I w ou ld c a ll

Often a s I chan ge m y sea t .

’Tis e leve n,from th e p lay

Gu e sts pou r in to th e Ca fe,Twen ty

,thirty

,I dare say ,

Wh o w ith he a t a l l m e lt away .

Po l it ics o f th e cou lisse

Like h a bi tu és they han dleCen su re a c tors a n d th e p ie c eOf th e a c tre sse s te l l sc a n da l .

N ow th e c ou n te r’s awfu l qu e enG lidin g o ff to rest i s se en

,

An d h e r m ovem en t,a s

’tis la te ,

Every o n e shou ld im ita te .

Th e Ca fe i s c l ea r’d a t la st

,

I,th e first wh o e n te r

’d i t,

I n m y prin c ip le a m fa st,

An d I a m th e la st to qu it .

Som e t i m e s while I ’m on th e wa tchIn terest in g fa cts to catch

,

COMIC AND SATIRICAL S ONGS . 245

I ’m.

o’e rpowe r

’d by slu m ber soft

,’Tis a lu cky cha n c e for o ft

While a sle ep they lo ok m e inSO a ll ready I rem a in

,

On th e m orrow to beginMy o ld fav ’

r i te gam e aga in .

THE N EW YEAR’S DAY.

(TABLEAU DE J OUR DE L’

AN . )

DESAUG IERS .

Here som e on e c a lls to brin gSom e very pre tty thin g,

Som e o n ly visits c om e to p ayThis su rely m u st be N ew Year’s d ay .

As e a rly a s th e su n’s first l ight

,

Lole tte, wh o h a s n o t slept a l l n ight ,

G ets up fo r a ll h er gifts —ah,h a

INCE first th e su n u pon u s shon e,

A year su c c e eds th e yea r tha t’sg e n e .

This d ay by u n iversa l lawSO grea t , w e

’l l t ry t o dr aw ,

Withou t a sin gl e fl aw,

Tha t a l l,wh o se e th e sketch m ay

say ,

This su re ly m u st be N ew

Yea r’s d a y .

N o so on er d ay begin s to

bre ak,

Tha n a l l Parisia n s a r e

aw ake,

Th e be lls o f ev ’ry storyrin g

G COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONGS .

Here c om e s a thi m ble from m am m a,

An d here six fra n c s from de a r p ap a ,From gran dm a

’ books to m ake h e r prayTh i S sur ely m u st b e N ew Ye ar’s d ay .

Th e banker,e arly in th e m orn

,

Brin gs gem s,h is Chl oris to adorn

H is c lerk,thou gh n o t so rich

,t ake s c are

To brin g som e prese n t ra reUn to hi s lady fa ir

An d so h e pu ts h i s w a t ch awayThis su re ly m u st b e N ew Yea r’s d ay .

To som e w e ha ste,when w e

’ve n o doubt,

Tha t when w e c a l l they w il l b e ou t .

At o n c e t o th e Con ci er ge w e go

\Vh a t,n ot a t hom e then

“ Ala s y ou v ex m e so

‘wVe l eave ou r n a m es

,a n d w a lk away

This su re ly m u st be N ew Year ’s d ay .

N ow frien ds grown c ool a r e c oo l n o m ore,

B u t se em a s hea rty a s before,

Th e m ethod i s n o t de ar a p ou n dOf sugar plu m s i s fou n d

,

F or m an y a so c ia l w ou n d,

Th e best o f rem edies,they say

An d su ch they giv e on N ew Yea r’s d ay .

To yon der m an dire ct you r eye s,

W h o ever barga in s— n ever bu ys,

Take s down— hooks u p—p eeps here , peeps there ,

W ith su ch a so l em n a i r

N ow hu rries Ofl’

e lsewhere,

Tha t h e th e se lf- sam e gam e m ay play,Thi s su re ly m u st be N ew Ye ar’s d ay .

New n ephews who’d inherit a l l

,

Upon the ir u n c le lo v e to c a l l

To see h im we l l is the ir de l ight



Grapes a r e ga th er’d in Septem ber

Ju n e i s m ostly very h otWhen I am w ithin m y cham berThen e lsewhere be su re I ’m n ot .

Nou ght m ore c old than i c e w e kn owWithou t sa lt w e c an n ot p ickle

Hu m an p lea su res c om e a n d go ,Mo r ta ls a ll m u st fe e l Tim e

’s sickl e .

N ot th e Dan ube i s th e OiseN e ither is th e d ay th e n ight

While th e high-road to Pon to iseTo Pan t in w on

’t l ea d y ou right .

Ma n y a rasca l l ives a t e a se

Shi rts a r e m ostly m ade w ith SleevesIf in su m m er y ou fel l tre e s,Ev’ry on e c an p ick u p leaves .

Th ose wh o ev’ry falseho od swa l low

Som e disc r im in ation la ckD an c ers Shou ld th e figu re fe llowCrabs advan c e by go in g ba ck .

Bread w ith ev’ryth in g w e eat

,

Even with th e cho ic e st dishPhe a san ts a r e a grea te r trea tTha n a bi t o f sm oke -dried fi sh .

Vin ega r w on ’t c a t ch a fly

An d those barbers,big w ith hepe ,

Wh o to whiten n iggers try ,On ly throw away the ir soap .

When to shave e ru s e lv e s we wa n t

W e n e’er take a c om m on bro om

I n you r garden rhu ba rb plan t ,An d you ’

ll fi n d n o tu rn ip s c om e .

Tha t o ld fam ou s horse o f TroyW a s n ot given m u ch to drin kin g

Ev’ry a ss don ’t fin d e m ploy

With th e m iller,to m y thi n kin g.

eOM Ic AN D SATIRICAL SONGS .

Fools bu t sorry n u m sku l ls a r e !

H e who ’s w ise m ore w i t com m a n ds

From th e hea d th e fe et a r e fa r,

On th e n e ck th e form er stan ds.

Dru n ken n ess we g et from drin kF o r th e sau c e th e fi sh w e priz e

Every loa f w e ighs m ore,I thi n k

,

Than an o ther ha lf th e Siz e .

Rom u lu s bui lt Rom e,on e d ay

Heavy ra in wi ll m ake u s we t 5

Ca to wa s au stere they say

Wea lth w e c an’t by w ishin g get .

F ew o f m u sta rd c a n approveWhen ’

t is a fter din n er brou ghtThou gh a sn u b-n ose we m ay love ,Yet a Rom an

’tis n o t thou ght.

H e wh o S ick of fever lie sCan n ot b e c on sider’d w e l l

Severa l hares to c a tch wh o trie sWon

’t c a tch an y I c a n tel l .

If y ou gen tly blow you r sou p,You w ill c ool i t in a tric e

All y our che e se y ou Shou ld lo ck u p

IVOul d y ou sa ve it from th e m ic e .

Flin ts c om po sed o f ston e a r e fou n dWoods o f tre e s a r e som et im e s fu l l

Stre am s with fi sh w ill o ft abou n d,

Frogs a r e se en in m an y a poo l .

At a ru stle w il l th e hareSta rt

,a s

’twere a m i ghty sho ckMoved by every breath o f a ir

I s th e fickle w ea thercock .

Le arn in g is n ot com m on sen se

Wisdom i s a prize I hold

COMIC AND SATIRICAL SONGS .

Ha lf- a—crown i s thirty p en cePap er i s n o t m a de o f go ld .

Ev e ry cha tterbox m ay fi n d

Dea f m en a r e n ot w e aried soon

’Tis p e cu liar to th e bl in dTha t they c an n o t se e a t n oon .

D o n ot charge m e w ith a c ri m e,

Though n o w i t m y son g m ay sea son

If y ou fin d i t i s i n rhym e,

Pray le t that suffic e fo r rea son .

I n this age o f tr u th a n d l ightWhere fa ir v ir tu e re ign s a t w ill

,

Happy i s th e silen t w ight ,H e wh o thin ks n ot

,happ ier still .

THE OXEN .

Tren te fran c s fon t tr en tc l iv res.

”

H E fin est be a sts a r e m in e I v ow ,

Q! Two spotted oxen,big an d

stau n ch !Of m aple

—wo od is m ade m y

p lou ghMy go ad’s a stur dy ho lly

bran ch.

’Tis throu gh the ir to il y ou see th e

p la inI n su m m e r

" gre en,in au tu m n

brownM o r e m o n ey in a we ek they ga in ,Tha n when I bought them ,

I

p a id down .


252 COM I C AND SATIRICAL SONG S .

ORIGINAL.

J’AI deu x gran ds boeu fs dan s m on étable,

Deu x gran ds boeu fs blan c s,m a rqu es d e rou x

La cha rru e e st e n bo is d ’e’

r able,

L’a igu iller en bran che d e hou x

C’e st pa r leu rs so in s qu ’

n n vo it la pla in eVerte l ’h iv e r

,j au n e l ’e’te

I ls gagn en t da n s u n e sem a in ePlu s d’a rgen t qu

’i ls n

’en o n t c oute.

S ’i l m e fa lla it les ven dre

J’a im era is m ieu x m e pen dr e

J’a im e Jean n e m a fem m e

,eh

,h a j

’a im er a is m ieu x

La vo ir m ou rir qu e vo ir m o ru i r m es boeu fs.

Les voyez-vou s,les belles bétes

,

Cr eu ser profon d et tra c er dro it,

Brava n t la plu ie e t le s tem pétes,

Qu ’il fa sse chau d,qu ’il fa sse fro id.

Lorsqu e je fa is ha lte pou r bo ire ,Un brou ill ard sort d e leu rs n a seau x

,

Et je vo is su r leu r c or ne n o ireS e poser le s p e tits o ise au x .

S’il m e fa l la it le s ven dr e , &c .

I ls son t forts c om m e u n pre sso ir d’h u i le

I ls son t dou x c om m e d es m ou to n s

To u s le s a n s on v ien t d e la vil leLes m archa n ds da n s n os c a n ton s

,

Pou r le s m en er a u x Tu il eries,Au Ma rdi-Gra s

,deva n t le r o i

,

Et pu is le s ve n dre a u x bou che ries,

Je n e veu x pa s, i ls son t a m o i .

S’i l m e fa l la it le s v e n dre

,&c .

Qu an d n o tre fi lle sera gra n de ,Si le fi ls d e n o tre Regen tEn m a riage la dem a n de ,J e lu i prom ets tou t m on a rgen t

COM I C AND SATI RICAL SONG S . 253

Ma is si pou r d ot il veu t qu’on don n e

Les gran ds boeu fs blan cs m arques d e roux,M a fi lle

,la isson s la c ou r on n e

Et ram en on s les boeu fs che z n ou s.

S’i l m e falla it les ve n dre

, &c .

This p rodu c t ion of Pierre Du p on t riv als in p op u lari ty h is Ch an t d es Ouvr iers, an im ay appropriate ly c lose th e Com ic D iv ision .

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