They charged down the battle-torn street / the dying and dead at their feet, / Marianne lead the way, / then she turned ‘round to say: / D’you think that my garb’s indiscreet?” /// With the Tricolor held in the air / she epitomized her nom de guerre, / “Liberte” was the name / with which she would win fame; / Charles the tenth left his throne in despair. /// With her comrades they toppled a King, / and all France their high praises would sing. / The kid, “Egalite,” / top-hat, “Fraternite,” / and the “Lib” who made topless “a thing.”
(Wish I knew how to get my iPad keyboard to do accents over vowels — not to mention bold, italics, symbols, etc.)
They charged down the battle-torn street / the dying and dead at their feet, / Marianne lead the way, / then she turned ‘round to say: / D’you think that my garb’s indiscreet?” /// With the Tricolor held in the air / she epitomized her nom de guerre, / “Liberte” was the name / with which she would win fame; / Charles the tenth left his throne in despair. /// With her comrades they toppled a King, / and all France their high praises would sing. / The kid, “Egalite,” / top-hat, “Fraternite,” / and the “Lib” who made topless “a thing.”
(Wish I knew how to get my iPad keyboard to do accents over vowels — not to mention bold, italics, symbols, etc.)