The National Assembly is confused The Girondins blow back and forth Like flags and ashes scattered by the truth Oi, Mister... What is a Girondid? A Girondin is careful of the company he keeps He looks to find a sign before he leaps Like ranks of Marseillaise, six hundred deep Arraigned before the Tuileries It's the end of monarchy Vive la Commune de Paris! The presence of the Prussians on the border IS a worrisome thing The Brunswick manifesto Serves only to stiffen the sinews And weaken the King To depose him now Fills the Girondid hearts with fear But the Prussians cross the border And the order of the day becomes clear The monarchy is over No more days in clover The monarchy, c'est fini Brunswick is a liar; just listen to our cannon fire The National Assembly comes in line With the half and the maimed And the dead and the dying The monarchy, c'est fini