That sits by the breech of a galloping gun,
In the team of a galloping gun!
When the wheatfields of August stood white on the plain
Jules François was ordered to go to Lorraine,
Since the guns would get flirting with good Mr. Krupp
And wanted Jules François to limber them up,
To lay and to limber them up!
The road it was dusty, the road it was long,
But there was Jules François to make you a song;
He sang them a song, and he fondled his gun,