Oh, happy guillotine, who blesses us With your great gift of freedom, so that we Will never again suffer the cruel torments Of faith and friendship, air, love, light, and breath
Oh, do lop off our heads, and make us free To gurgle hymns to The Revolution By our hundreds free, nay, our thousands free, To rot in the streets, gloriously free
Oh, holy guillotine, come to our aid And make us one beneath your healing blade!