`Let the brothels of Paris be opend
With many an alluring1 dance，
To awake the physicians thro' the city！'
Said the beautiful Queen of France.
ii
The King awoke on his couch of gold，
As soon as he heard these tidings told：
`Arise and come， both fife and drum，
And the famine shall eat both crust and crumb2.'
iii
The Queen of France just touch'd this globe，
And the pestilence3 darted4 from her robe；
But our good Queen quite grows to the ground，
And a great many suckers grow all around.
iv
Fayette beside King Lewis stood；
He saw him sign his hand；
And soon he saw the famine rage
about the fruitful land.
v
Fayette beheld5 the Queen to smile
And wink6 her lovely eye；
And soon he saw the pestilence
From street to street to fly.
vi
Fayette beheld the King and Queen
In curses and iron bound；
But mute Fayette wept tear for tear，
And guarded them around.
vii
Fayette， Fayette， thou'rt bought and sold
And sold is thy happy morrow；
Thou gavest the tears of pity away
In exchange for the tears of sorrow.
viii
Who will exchange his own fireside
For the stone of another's door？
Who will exchange his wheaten loaf
For the links of a dungeon-floor？
ix
O who would smile on the wintry seas
And pity the stormy roar？
Or who will exchange his new-born child
For the dog at the wintry door？