They trained them for the Frontier upon an August day;
Flic flac, flic flac, all on an August day!
And some of them they stumbled on the slippery summer grass,
And there they've left them lying with their faces to Alsace;
The others—so they'd tell you—ere the chestnut's decked for Spring,
Shall march beneath some linden trees to call upon a King;
Flic flac, flic flac, to call upon a King.
AT THE PLAY.
"Outcast."