"Let your flatterers hang or drown,
We are of another school,
Truth no more shall be put down,
We can call a fool a fool,
Fearless of Bastile or rack,
Titus of—the Almanac.
"Louis, trample on your serfs,
We'll be trampled on no more,
Revel in your parc aux cerfs,[1]
Eat and drink—'twill soon be o'er.