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lirik lagu frank harte - napoleon's farewell to paris

[verse 1]
farewell you splendid citadel metropolis called paris
where phoebus every morning shoots a~forth refulgent beams
and where flora’s bright aurora is advancing from the orient
with a radiant light adorning the pure shining streams

[verse 2]
oh, at eve when centaur does retire to where the ocean gilds like fire
and the universe stands to admire her merchandise in store
commanding flora’s fragrance the fertile fields to decorate
and to illuminate the royal corsican again upon the french shore

[verse 3]
my name’s napoleon bonaparte, i’m the conqueror of all nations
i have banished german legions and i sent kings from their throne
i have conquered dukes and earls and splendid congregations
but now they have transported me onto st helena’s shore

[verse 4]
like hannibal i crossed the alps the burning sands and the rocky cliffs
over russia’s hills through frost and snow i still the laurels wore
no i’m on this desert island where the rats the divil they would affright
still i hope to shine in armour bright throughout europe’s land once more

[verse 5]
some say the cause of my downfall was the parting with my consort
for to wed the german’s daughter which a~wounded my heart sore
but the female train i ne’er shall blame for they did never me defame
when they saw my sword in battle flame, they then did me adore
[verse 6]
oh, but i severely felt the rod for meddling with the house of god
icons and golden images in thousands down i tore
i then stole malta’s golden gates, i did the work of god disgrace
but if he grants me time and place, back to him i’ll them restore

[verse 7]
now i’m in the allied yoke, but with fire and sword i made them smoke
i have conquered dutch and danes and i’ve surprised the grand signor
i defeated austrians and the russians, both portuguese and prussians
like the great king alexander or bould caesar of yore

[verse 8]
but my golden eagles were torn down by wellington’s allied armies
and my troops all in disorder could no longer stand the field
i was sold that very afternoon all on the eighteenth day of june
through lack of reinforcements i was forced then for to yield

[verse 9]
exiled off the coast of africa, out in the atlantic ocean
for to view the wild commotion and the flowing of the tide
banished from the royal court of imperial promotion
from the french throne of glory for to watch those billow glide

[verse 10]
for full three days i stood the plain my freedom’s cause for to maintain
many thousands there i did leave slain and covered in their gore
i never fled without revenge nor to the allied armies cringed
but now my sword is sheathed and paris is no more

- lirik lagu frank harte

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