Captain Rance

When Bourbon saw Marseilles,
Unto his troops said he,
"I wonder now what captain
Within that town may be?

"I care not half a crown
For any man in France,
If only within that town
Be not the Captain Ranee."

Then up the Mont Coulombe,
The narrow passage through,
They all togetiier clombe,
And on their fingers blew.

Saying, with weary knees,
"Let us all courage take;
Should we cut down these trees.
We might a passage make."

O noble Seigneur Ranee!
To you our thanks be paid
For the welcome that in France
You to the Bourbon made.

With cannon-shot amain,
Likewise artillery,
You drove him back again.
As far as Italy.