Attend, ye sons of high renown
To these few words which I pen down:
I was born to wear a stately crown
And to rule a wealthy nation.
I am the man that beat Beaulieu,
And Wurmer's will did then subdue;
That great Archduke I overthrew,
On every plain my men were slain.
Grand traverse, too, I did obtain
And I got capitulation.
We chased them o'er the Egyptian shore
Where the Algerians lay all in their gore.
The rights of France for to restore
That had long been confiscated.
We chased them all through mud and mire
Till in despair my men did retire,
And Moscow town was set on fire.
My men were lost 'mid sleet and frost;
I never did take such a blast
Since the hour I was created.
To Leipzig Town my soldiers fled,
Mount Mark was strewn with the Prussian dead.
We marched them forth in inveterate streams
For to stop a bold invasion.
So faretheewell, my royal whore,
And offspring great whom I adore,
And may you reinstate that throne
That's torn away this very day.
These kings of me have made their prey
And that's caused my lamentation.