"THE glorious days of September
Saw many aristocrats fall;
'Twas then that our pikes drank the blood
In the beautiful breast of Lamballe.
Pardi, 'twas a beautiful lady !
I seldom have look'd on her like;
And I drumm'd for a gallant procession,
That marched with her head on a pike.
" Let's show the pale head to the Queen,
We said--she'll remember it well.
She looked from the bars of her prison,
And shriek'd as she saw it, and fell.
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