The Farce of French Liberty

By Gar 'tis von shame, says de French democrat, To see dese d—'d Englis, dey laugh & grow sat; Vile dey stick to deir King and deir old Constitution, And turn up de nose at our grande Revolution!

In deir land of roast beef, vile roast beef dey can gorge, For nothing dey care but roast beef and King George; And vile Paine & Champaigne is despis'd by dese dogs, Dey say "France is de land of sham, freedom & frogs."

But de grand tree of Liberte, dat is de sort, Vich de French tout en semble vil ever support; For vile ronde dat tree, ventre blea, we can revel, De d—d tree of Justice may go to de devil!

For no laws we will keep, but do just vat we like, Vit de block and de lantern, de poignard and pike; Den ve'll pull down de prison to spread liberte, And by cutting of throats, we'll make all de vorld free.

On de march van ve meet vid de friend or de foe, Ve make dem pay de piper wherever ve go; And ven princes & kings ve have robb'd of deir riches, Den our brave sans culottes dey shall all vear de breeches!

John Bull ve vell know you ave great deal of money, And you live in de land of de milk and de honey; So as ve vant to cure all your national grief, All ve vant in return, is to be in your beef!

Entre dous, den ma soi, ve'll have reason to laugh, Ven pauvre John Bull ve can make von bull calf; For by Gar ve shall den cut him up in von trice, And de French von and all vill come in for a slice!

De Republique Francois it is grown very great, But vile tousands ve kill ve have noting to eat; And, Grande dieu, ve are got into such a d—d poder, Dat by Gar ve must soon kill and eat von anoder.