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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390853" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beranger's My Last Song Perhaps (January 1814)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, to despoil my native France,<br> With flaming torch and cruel sword<br>And boisterous drums her foeman comes,<br> I curse him and his vandal horde!<br>Yet, what avail accrues to her,<br> If we assume the garb of woe?<br>Let's merry be,--in laughter we<br> May rescue somewhat from the foe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, many a brave man trembles now.<br> I (coward!) show no sign of fear;<br>When Bacchus sends his blessing, friends,<br> I drown my panic in his cheer.<br>Come, gather round my humble board,<br> And let the sparkling wassail flow,--<br>Chuckling to think, the while you drink,<br> &quot;This much we rescue from the foe!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My creditors beset me so<br> And so environed my abode,<br>That I agreed, despite my need,<br> To settle up the debts I owed;<br>When suddenly there came the news<br> Of this invasion, as you know;<br>I'll pay no score; pray, lend me more,--<br> I--I will keep it from the foe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now here's my mistress,--pretty dear!--<br> Feigns terror at this martial noise,<br>And yet, methinks, the artful minx<br> Would like to meet those soldier boys!<br>I tell her that they're coarse and rude,<br> Yet feel she don't believe 'em so,--<br>Well, never mind; so she be kind,<br> That much I rescue from the foe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, brothers, hope shall have in store<br> For us and ours no friendly glance,<br>Let's rather die than raise a cry<br> Of welcome to the foes of France!<br>But, like the swan that dying sings,<br> Let us, O Frenchmen, singing go,--<br>Then shall our cheer, when death is near,<br> Be so much rescued from the foe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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 With flaming torch and cruel sword
And boisterous drums her foeman comes,
 I curse him and his vandal horde!
Yet, what avail accrues to her,
 If we assume the garb of woe?
Let's merry be,--in laughter we
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