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Gentlemen, hear if you please
the song of famous La Palisse,
You may indeed enjoy it
as long as you find it fun.
La Palisse didn't have the means
to pay for his own birth,
But he did not lack anything
once his riches were plenty.
He was quite fond of travel,
going all over the kingdom,
When he was in Poitiers
You would not find him in Vendôme!
He enjoyed a boat ride
and, whether in peace or in war,
He would always go by water
when he didn't go by land.
He drank every morning
some wine from a barrel,
For eating at his neighbors
he would always go in person.
He preferred at good meals
his dishes to be tasty and tender
And always celebrated Shrove Tuesday
on the eve of Ash Wednesday.
He shone like a sun,
his hair was blonde,
He would have had no equals
had he been the only one.
He had diverse talents,
some even claimed this:
Whenever he wrote in verse,
he did not write in prose.
He was, to tell the truth
a rather mediocre dancer,
But he would not have sung so badly
if he had chosen to shut up.
They tell that he would never
have taken the decision
of loading his two pistols
when he had no ammunition.
Monsieur d'la Palisse is dead,
he died before Pavia,
A quarter hour before his death,
he was still quite alive.
He was by sorry fate
wounded by a cruel hand
Since he died of it, we fear
that the wound was a mortal one.
Lamented by his soldiers,
his death is to be envied,
And the day of his passing away
was the last day of his life.
He died on a Friday,
the last day of his age,
Had he died on the Saturday,
he would have lived longer.
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