But my heart will be with you, wherever you may go,
Can you look me in the face and say the same, Jeannot?
When you wear the jacket red and the beautiful cockade,
Oh! I fear that you’ll forget all the promises you made;
With a gun upon your shoulder and your bayonet by your side,
You’ll be taking some fair lady and be making her your bride.
You’ll be taking, &c.
Or, when glory leads the way, you’ll be madly rushing on,
Never thinking if they kill you that my happiness is gone;
If you win the day, perhaps a general you’ll be,