Sweet-breathed and young,
  The people’s daughter,
No nerves unstrung,
  Going to slaughter!

“Good morning, friends,
  You ’ll love us better,—
Make us amends:
  We ’ve burst your fetter!

“How the sun gleams!
  (Women are snarling):
Give me your beams,
  Liberty’s darling!

“Marie ’s my name;...