Стихотворения

"Let the Brothels of Paris be opened..."

"Let the Brothels of Paris be opened

With many an alluring dance
To awake the Pestilence thro' the city,"
Said the beautiful Queen of France.

The King awoke on his couch of gold,

As soon as he heard these tidings told:
"Arise & come, both fife & drum,
And the Famine shall eat both crust & crumb."

Then he swore a great & solemn Oath:

"To kill the people I am loth,
But if they rebel, they must go to hell:
They shall have a Priest & a passing bell."

Then old Nobodaddy aloft

Farted & belch'd & cough'd,

And said, "I love hanging & drawing& quartering

Every bit as well as war & slaughtering.

Damn praying & singing,
Unless they will bring in

The blood of ten thousand by fighting or swinging."

The Queen of France just touched this Globe,

And the Pestilence darted from her robe;
But our good Queen quite grows to the ground,
And a great many suckers grow all around.

Fayette beside King Lewis stood;

He saw him sign his hand;
And soon he saw the famine rage
About the fruitful land.

Fayette beheld the Queen to smile

And wink her lovely eye;
And soon he saw the pestilence
From street to street to fly.

Fayette beheld the King & Queen

In tears & iron bound;
But mute Fayette wept tear for tear,
And guarded them around.

Fayette, Fayette, thou'rt bought & sold,

And sold is thy happy morrow;

Thou gavest the tears of Pity away
In exchange for the tears of sorrow.

Who will exchange his own fire side

For the steps of another's door?
Who will exchange his wheaten loaf
For the links of a dungeon floor?

O, who would smile on the wintry seas,

& Pity the stormy roar?
Or who will exchange his new born child
For the dog at the wintry door?