Mon Dieu! The bridal bed!

Yvette

By all the wrongs

That both their houses through the ages long

Have wrought us! By the blood that they have shed,

The tears, the groans, the sweat, the servile knees,

The bitter bread they gave us, and the cry

From lonely graves of anguish and of wrath!

By all the hunger and the freezing cold!

By all the toil and all the hopelessness,