But the marquis of boulli has a trump card up his sleeve

KING & QUEEN
But the Marquis of Boulli had a trump card up his sleeve

RINGMASTER
The Marquis of Boulli a good General
And fiercely loyal to the crown
With his army in the East
Hatched a plan to see the King released

QUEEN
The Queen assuming the title Baroness Korrf
Her papers signed by the King of course
Set forth before the break of day
To join up with Boulli in Alsace Lorraine

OFFICER
From the shadows King Louis disguised as a humble valet
Sneaks out to make his getaway
With a small entourage of course

OFFICER & CHORUS
Just a few hundred light horse

TROUBLEMAKER
Well let him go, let him run, with his Austrian whore TROUBLEMAKER & MALE CHORUS
Let him go to Prussia

OFFICER & MALE CHORUS
Let him go to Austria
Let him go and die there

TROUBLEMAKER & MALE CHORUS
Let him go

OFFICER & MALE CHORUS
Let him go

TROUBLEMAKER, OFFICER & MALE CHORUS
Let him rot wit his Austrian Queen

CHORUS
That the Republic at last can come into being
But wait, fate would intervene

OFFICER
A keen-eyed postmaster by chance

OFFICER & CHORUS
Recognized the King and Queen and

CHORUS
Rode ahead to raise the alarm

RINGMASTER
In Parliament the moderates have their say

CONDORCET
The King has not fled
He was kidnapped instead
And spirited away

OFFICER
To suggest that the King would run is a damnable lie

CONDORCET
It sticks in our throats and conflicts with our national pride OFFICER
But the Austrian court
And Brunswick of course
Say they'll declare war
If the King's not restored

TROUBLEMAKER (mimicking Brunswick)
You must leave the King alone
Or all of Paris will be torn down
Down to the very last stone

TROUBLEMAKER & OFFICER
Paris will be pulverized
Down to the very last bone

QUEEN
When the carriage returned
The acrid smoke of bridges burned
Hung heavy like a stifled sigh
And they say the Queen had a tear in here eye

OFFICER
When through the carriage window
Louis turned to face his peers
A loyal friend, the Comte de Dampierre
Doffed his cap with elegance
In deference to the King
A brave and foolish thing to do
In light o f the prevailing mood

CHORUS
A few drops in her eye
A nice touch, a good try
Too little, too late
For a last roll of the die

RINGMASTER & CHORUS
The crowd in a gesture less than elegant
Brutally remove his head

RINGMASTER
Brutally remove his head

CHORUS
Brutally remove his head