Who’ll fight for a Republic—when they dare.
1914.
Juillac-le-Coq
(Charente)
It’s to Juillac-le-coq, where the vines stretch o’er the plain,
And the little streams are running eau-de-vie and the sweet champagne,
That I’d take my pipe and smoke it, sitting on some garden wall,
And kick my heels and dream my dreams, and never work at all.