This combination of revolutionary lyrics—Ça Ira and carmagnole—was chanted fervidly.
Some one was singing the "carmagnole" in drunken, discordant tones.
During this long procession the band played the demagogical airs of the carmagnole and the Ça Ira, those pas de charge of revolts.
His carmagnole was worthy of the proposition with which it concluded.
The face of Jesuit Morlet was still, as always, calm and sardonic; he wore a carmagnole jacket and red bonnet.
But the madder swirl of the carmagnole came along, and presto!
But, in truth, the tree was too lofty to have a red cap placed on its top, or a carmagnole danced beneath it.
Do you remember,” gasped Barres, “that girl who danced the carmagnole on the Quay?
Do you want to give us the idea that pieces of artillery in general—and carmagnole in particular—have characters!
Well do I remember you, and carmagnole, your sweetheart of a spit-fire.