The Song of the Vagabonds

The Song of the Vagabonds - Hooker/Friml/DAVID WHITFIELD

Come all you Beggars of Paris town

You lousy rabble of low degree

Well spare King Louis to keep his crown

And save our city from Burgundy

Our city from Burgundy

You and I are good for nothing but to die

We can die for Liberty

Sons of toil and danger

Will you serve a stranger

And bow down to Burgundy

Sons of shame and sorrow

Will you cheer tomorrow

For the crown of Burgundy

Onward Onward Swords against the Foe

Forward Forward the lily banners go

Sons of France around us

Break the chain that bound us

And to Hell with Burgundy

Sons of toil and danger

Will you serve a stranger

And bow down to Burgundy

Sons of shame and sorrow

Will you cheer tomorrow

For the crown of Burgundy

Onward Onward Swords against the Foe

Forward Forward the lily banners go

Sons of France

Around us

Break the chain that bound us

And to Hell with Burgundy