Grattez le Prusse, et vous trouvez le barbare.
THE SUSPECT.
INFANTRY.
In Paris Town, in Paris Town—'twas neath an April sky—
I saw a regiment of the line go marching to Versailles;
When white along the Bois there shone the chestnut's waxen cells,
Grattez le Prusse, et vous trouvez le barbare.
In Paris Town, in Paris Town—'twas neath an April sky—
I saw a regiment of the line go marching to Versailles;
When white along the Bois there shone the chestnut's waxen cells,