The peasants are revolting, revolution is in the air
They care not what they destroy for they are mad
We have been to Notre Dame and offered a prayer
Now we flee the crowds angry at Marie Antoinette
The city is a flame the world is turned upside down
The horses draw too much attention we go on foot
My love continues to stumble, it is her finest gown
The mob is around us but she will live I am resolute
I shove her into the Seine her fine clothes weigh her
I push her under to silence her fear in the woody reeds
I run as best I can up the hill and look back to shore
Her countenance I still see so I continue on yelling, ici's
The mob has finally spotted me as I hoped they would
Stupid people who want all and yet not willing to work
We of the aristocracy are rich but so misunderstood
Their poverty and hunger have driven people berserk
The two youths who first approach still have yet to shave
Their faces contorted with hate yet they know me not
I crack their skulls rather than send them to their grave
The mob surrounds me I surrender, I am at last caught
Looking back not, I know she is safe for another day
I succumb to the mob as they lead me to my final fate
The dungeons of the Tuileries where I am on display
My freedom I have lost, but not my lover and mate
These terrorists lead by the insurrection of Robespeirre
Can not end our love affair, I shall be with her again
The peasants soon shall know sorrow and the grand peur
But she and I forever will be lovers on the flowing Seine