Lyrics: Like rats in Paris By treason we were caught; The macadam and cobblestones By our blood were washed, Washed and so washed That they are out of order. Rascals of capitulards Strafed the communards, But before the Prussians, Trembling like little dogs, They sold their skin, Their country, their flag. Let's dance the communarde And hold on! (bis) Let's dance the communarde, And let's hold on; Damnit ! All the Thiers, all the Mac-Mahon, To wash off their affront, Wanted to take a bloodbath They took it by slaughtering us. But they took so much That they are slumped. Rascals without heart or remorse They everywhere sowed death And Mac-Mahon for his crimes nearly became emperor of the french, High-Duke of Biribi , and King of Satory Let's dance the communarde And hold on! (bis) Let's dance the communarde, And let's hold on; Damnit ! These vile persecutors have for lackey (?) , Appert and Galiffe A pile of looter and murderers well known by the mexicans And Mr. Gaveau , the pretty (?) But with them, that's not all, The good bourgeois have done it. And as in June, all the first, They hunted down the workers. And we know that then Thirty-five thousand have died! Let's dance the communarde And hold on! (bis) Let's dance the communarde, And let's hold on; Damnit ! To do well without being long, The machine gun was good. Whether we were in it or not, They shot them in mass! For them a worker It's only good to kill. All penal colonies, all pontoons, All the forts, all the prisons, were overflowing with poor souls Half-naked, empty stomach; While their executioners were eating the good pieces. Let's dance the communarde And hold on! (bis) Let's dance the communarde, And let's hold on; Damnit ! At Versailles at their work site the soldiers did their job With sabers and rifle they knocked out our friends Their soldiers now , smell of blood We cannot say at Paris All the crimes they commited We would need ream of papers and entire months But the day will come , And History will tell all about it Let's dance the communarde And hold on! (bis) Let's dance the communarde, And let's hold on; Damnit ! With the bourgeois today, Between us everything is well finished. As for the gendarmes, the cops, To the gunners, the assassins, Their fate will be sealed In the days of rigodon! What did we want: Freedom And the good of humanity. To avenge ourselves from the killers We need to have children, And make them strong And frank communards!
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