Miscellaneous writings of the late Dr. Maginn :: :: University of Virginia Library

O welcome home, my marshal, my colleague true and good,
When under brave Napoleon we dabbled long in blood;
Who brought you back to Paris in Bourbon's royal days?
Was it Madame Bonaparte's man, our own Monsieur de Cazes?

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With thee I robbed through Prussia, through Portugal, and Spain;
With thee I marched to Russia, and then—marched back again;
With thee I faced the red-coats awhile at Waterloo;
And with thee I raised the war-song of jolly sauve qui peut.

3

I took the oaths to Louis, and now with face of brass,
I bawl against the royalists all in the Chambre Basse;
But you my lad were exiled, a mighty cruel thing,
For you did nothing surely, but fight against your king.

4

Then drink a health to th' Emperor, and curse Sir Hudson Lowe;
And decorate with stolen plate your honest-earned chateau;
And merrily, my marshal, we shall the goblet drain,
'Tis a chalice that I robbed one day, out of a church in Spain.

5

Fill, fill the bumper fairly, 'tis Chambertin, you see,
The Emperor's favourite liquor, and chant in pious glee,
A song of Monsieur Parny's Miladi Morgan's bard,
And curse the tasteless Bourbons who won't his muse reward.

6

Then with our wigs all perfumed, and our beavers cocked so fierce,
we'll throw a main together, or troll the amorous verse;
And I'll get as drunk as Irishmen, as Irishmen morbleu,
After six-and-thirty tumblers in drinking healths to you.