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Yet something of a happier time—

When oaks could flourish in the prime

Of spring—came back to all who heard

The morning voiceful in that bird.

Suddenly boomed a gun. Less bright

The landscape grew: a droning flight

Of man-birds scared a singing lark,

And a yaffle laughed in Richmond Park. Rowland Thirlmere

N Paris Town, in Paris Town—'twas 'neath an April sky—

I saw a regiment of the line go marching to Versailles;

When white along the Bois there shone the chestnut's waxen cells,

And the sun was winking on the long Lebels,

Flic flac, flic flac, on all the long Lebels!

The flowers were out along the Bois, the leaves were overhead,

And I saw a regiment of the line that swung in blue and red;

The youth of things, the joy of things, they made my heart to beat,

And the quick-step lilting and the tramp of feet!

Flic flac, flic flac, the tramping of the feet!

The spikèd nuts have fallen and the leaf is dull and dry

Since last I saw a regiment go marching to Versailles;

And what's become of all of those that heard the music play?

They trained them for the Frontier upon an August day;

Flic flac, flic flac, all on an August day!