A/N: If you read the original poem first/after, it makes a bit more sense. I simply tweaked it to match the Les Mis/the June Rebellion. If you have any criticism, or suggestions, let me know? I've been thinking of editing it a little more. RIP Amis + Eponine, and happy Barricade Week to everyone.
-Vroche
Lamarque is dead, Lamarque is dead,
And so they will fight
All in the rue Saint-Denis
Fought the nine friends.
Excitement and danger,
Furniture and shouting.
To overthrow the king,
Fought the nine friends.
"We will not die in vain"
Was their leader to blame?
Every Ami ready to die
In the fight for freedom.
They may have made their reply,
Some reasoned why,
But they knew they would die.
Keeping watch in the night,
Sat the nine friends.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered.
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they held their ground,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Fought the nine friends.
Flashed all their weapons bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Weeding down the gunners there,
Holding off an army, while
All Paris wondered.
Plunged in the cannon smoke
Holding up as the barricade broke;
The Guard and Rebels
Reeled from the saber stroke,
Shattered and sundered.
The government triumphed, but not
Not the nine friends
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered.
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Child, drunkard, leader fell
Poet, doctor, friend, fought so well.
The Guard beat the jaws of death,
Back from the mouth of hell
But none was left of them,
Left of nine friends.
Never will their glory fade
O the brave choice they made!
All of France wondered.
Honor the stand they made!
Honor the old Abaisse
Noble nine friends!