SONG. FRANCE's LAMENTATION On the APPROACH of the DUKE of BRUNSWICK. (Break out in lamentation)

Break out in lamentation, O Frenchmen for your nation, A dreadful devastation, Is now upon the road; Alas! we may deplore, Our Freedom soon no more! The mighty combination, Begins the desolation, A frightful declaration, The Duke has sent abroad.

He'll from his presence spurn us, Or unto Louis turn us, Or else he'll cut and burn us, If we refuse his sway; O! how we quake with fear! The Duke approaches near!! He thunders and he flashes! Our castles down he dashes! And lays our towns in ashes! As they obstruct his way.

Now on full march to Paris, O how report does scare us! They say he will not spare us, Nor age, nor sex, nor size; A foe so strong, so nigh, We cannot fight nor fly, Alas, we need not strive—O! We never can survive—O! They'll eat us up alive—O! Or make us into pies.

Still nearer see him bearing! His very lodgings airing, The cooks are all preparing, The splendid kingly feasts— Lo now they seize the glass, "Vive le Roi," they pass! The queen no more deploring— The court again restoring— The people running roaring, Are hunted down like beasts!