文本歌词

Song of the Vagabonds - DAVID WHITFIELD/Roland Shaw & His Orchestra
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