To take your hat off Is the gesture of a toff But even his lordship needs a head To take his hat off of So Dampierre lost his life By being somewhat too polite In face of all the pain and fear that festered For more than a thousand years By the left, Quick March! Dampierre has lost his head The King has lost his grown The carriage rolls through the streets The crowd jeers, the wheels squeak Hey, hey, what goes around Always comes around IN Germany and England They celebrate our liberty Over there by and by They'll have their 14th of July In Germany and England they fete our Liberty The National Assembly try to whitewash the King His brothers in law Are camped on every border They fear to depose him Would men war But feelings run deep And the man in the street Hungry, weak but unbowed Scents the taste so sweet of peacock meat As it wafts over the crowd So they march to the Camps du Mars To demand Republic now Republic here, now, today The National Assembly Has got it wrong Present... We sing in the Camps du Mars Take Aim... We sing of what we want FIRE! Repub--