And long the daring French repell’d,
Now to tyranny bow
‘Neath their deadliest foe;
Yield their sceptre and land
To a tyrant’s command,
And though panting their dear cherish’d rights to regain,
Unresistingly bend ’neath the yoke they disdain.
Oh, Genoa, could none be found
To deal thee such a deadly wound,
To steal thy gem of brightest glow