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And we murder'd the insolent governor
For daring to keep us a-waiting.
Lambesc and his squadrons stood by:
They never stirr'd finger or thumb.
The saucy aristocrats trembled
As they heard the republican drum.

" Hurrah ! what a storm was a-brewing!
The day of our vengeance was come!
Through scenes of what carnage and ruin
Did I beat on the patriot drum !
Let's drink to the famed tenth of August;
At midnight I beat the tattoo,
And woke up the pikemen of Paris
To follow the bold Barbaroux.

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