The White Cockade

La cocarde blanche

O day of peace and freedom! joyous then
Were the vanquished made:
Glad day, when France her honor found again,
And the white cockade!

Let's sing that day, our fair ones' pride,
When monarchs, not a few,
Scourged — by success — the rebel French;
Saved all the good and true

O day of peace and freedom! joyous then
Were the vanquished made:
Glad day, when France her honor found again,
And the white cockade!

The Aliens and their cohorts came,
Invoked by us; with ease
They forced an entry through our gates —
When we gave up the keys.

O day of peace and freedom! joyous then
Were the vanquished made:
Glad day, when France her honor found again,
And the white cockade!

But for this day — that Heaven might crown
Our ills — who can deny,
That over London's Tower, at last,
The Tricolor might fly?

O day of peace and freedom! joyous then
Were the vanquished made:
Glad day, when France her honor found again,
And the white cockade!

We, for our soldiers and their fame —
As history shall repeat —
Have knelt to Cossacks of the Don —
Asked pardon at their feet!

O day of peace and freedom! joyous then
Were the vanquished made:
Glad day, when France her honor found again,
And the white cockade!

At this our patriotic feast,
Props of the old noblesse —
After such dangers — come, let's toast
The foreigners' success!

O day of peace and freedom! joyous then
Were the vanquished made:
Glad day, when France her honor found again,
And the white cockade!

Lastly — the flower of Henry's race,
For such rare pity shown —
Let's pledge the King who could, himself,
Take Paris — and his throne!

O day of peace and freedom! joyous then
Were the vanquished made:
Glad day, when France her honor found again,
And the white cockade!
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Pierre Jean de B├®ranger
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