• But some prisons still remain, and I am going to put a stop to this sort of public order. Where fair maids go. Lon la. Does anyone wish to play at skittles? The whole ancient world fell in ruin, when the big ball rolled. Where fair maids go. Lon la. Good old folks, let us smash with our crutches that Louvre where the monarchy displayed itself in furbelows. Where fair maids go. Lon la. We have forced its gates. On that day, King Charles X did not stick well and came unglued. Where fair maids go. Lon la. ↩
• Men are ugly at Nanterre, ’Tis the fault of Voltaire; And dull at Palaiseau, ’Tis the fault of Rousseau. ↩
• I am not a notary, ’Tis the fault of Voltaire; I’m a little bird, ’Tis the fault of Rousseau. ↩
• Joy is my character, ’Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau, ’Tis the fault of Rousseau. ↩
• I have fallen to the earth, ’Tis the fault of Voltaire; With my nose in the gutter, ’Tis the fault of⁠ ⁠… ↩
• Cygnes . ↩
• Signes . ↩
• Steps on the Aventine Hill, leading to the Tiber, to which the bodies of executed criminals were dragged by hooks to be thrown into the Tiber. ↩
• Brigands. ↩