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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Le Roi D’Yvetot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Il etait un roi d'Yvetot,<br>Peu connu dans l'histoire;<br>Se levant tard, se couchant tot,<br>Dormant fort bien sans gloire,<br>Et couronne par Jeanneton<br>D'un simple bonnet de coton,<br>Dit-on.<br>Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!<br>Quel bon petit roi c'etait la!<br>La, la.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Il fesait ses quatre repas<br>Dans son palais de chaume,<br>Et sur un ane, pas a pas,<br>Parcourait son royaume.<br>Joyeux, simple et croyant le bien,<br>Pour toute garde il n'avait rien<br>Qu'un chien.<br>Oh! oh! oh ! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!<br>Il n'avait de gout onereux<br>Qu'une soif un peu vive;<br>Mais, en rendant son peuple heureux,<br>Il faut bien qu'un roi vive.<br>Lui-meme a table, et sans suppot,<br>Sur chaque muid levait un pot<br>D'impot.<br>Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!<br>Aux filles de bonnes maisons<br>Comme il avait su plaire,<br>Ses sujets avaient cent raisons<br>De le nommer leur pere:<br>D'ailleurs il ne levait de ban<br>Que pour tirer quatre fois l'an<br>Au blanc.<br>Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!<br>Il n'agrandit point ses etats,<br>Fut un voisin commode,<br>Et, modele des potentats,<br>Prit le plaisir pour code.<br>Ce n'est que loraqu'il expira,<br>Que le peuple qui l'enterra<br>Pleura.<br>Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!<br>On conserve encor le portrait<br>De ce digne et bon prince;<br>C'est l'enseigne d'un cabaret<br>Fameux dans la province.<br>Les jours de fete, bien souvent,<br>La foule s'ecrie en buvant<br>Devant:<br>Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The King Of Yvetot </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a king of Yvetot,<br>Of whom renown hath little said,<br>Who let all thoughts of glory go,<br>And dawdled half his days a-bed;<br>And every night, as night came round,<br>By Jenny, with a nightcap crowned,<br>Slept very sound:<br>Sing ho, ho, ho! and he, he, he!<br>That's the kind of king for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every day it came to pass,<br>That four lusty meals made he;<br>And, step by step, upon an ass,<br>Rode abroad, his realms to see;<br>And wherever he did stir,<br>What think you was his escort, sir?<br>Why, an old cur.<br>Sing ho, ho, ho !<br>If e'er he went into excess,<br>'Twas from a somewhat lively thirst;<br>But he who would his subjects bless,<br>Odd's fish!—must wet his whistle first;<br>And so from every cask they got,<br>Our king did to himself allot,<br>At least a pot.<br>Sing ho, ho!<br>To all the ladies of the land,<br>A courteous king, and kind, was he;<br>The reason why you'll understand,<br>They named him Pater Patriae.<br>Each year he called his fighting men,<br>And marched a league from home, and then<br>Marched back again.<br>Sing ho, ho!<br>Neither by force nor false pretence,<br>He sought to make his kingdom great,<br>And made (O princes, learn from hence),—<br>'Live and let live,' his rule of state.<br>'Twas only when he came to die,<br>That his people who stood by,<br>Were known to cry.<br>Sing ho, ho!<br>The portrait of this best of kings<br>Is extant still, upon a sign<br>That on a village tavern swings,<br>Famed in the country for good wine.<br>The people in their Sunday trim,<br>Filling their glasses to the brim,<br>Look up to him,<br>Singing ha, ha, ha! and he, he, he!<br>That's the sort of king for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Peu connu dans l'histoire;
Se levant tard, se couchant tot,
Dormant fort bien sans gloire,
Et couronne par Jeanneton
D'un simple bonnet de coton,
Dit-on.
Oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!
Quel bon petit roi c'etait la!
La, ..."></div>
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