Attend, you sons of high renown
To these few words that I pen down;
I was born to wear a stately crown
And to rule a wealthy nation.
I am the man that beat Beaulieu,
And Wurmser's will did then subdue.
The brave Archduke I overthrew.
On every plain my men were slain.
Bad reverses I did obtain
And got capitulation.

We chased them on the Egyptian shore
Where the Algerians lay in their gore.
The rights of France to restore
Which long had been confiscated.
We pursued them on through mud and mire
Till in despair my men retired,
And Moscow Town was set on fire.
My men were lost through cold and frost.
I ne'er before received such a blast
Since the hour I was first created

In Leipzig Town my soldiers fled.
Montmartre was strewn with the Russian dead.
We marched them forth, inveterate streams
For to stop a bold invasion.
So its fare thee well, my royal spouse,
And offspring great that I adore,
And may you reinstate the throne
Thats torn away this very day.
These Kings of me have made a prey
And they've caused my lamentation.

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Traditional - fragments of a longer ballad probably -
Sung by Nic Jones on "Nic Jones"
See Contemplator's site for details.