liberté, égalité, fraternité

The brave young Egalite has a most wild Morrow to look for; but now only himself to carry through it.

And poor Orleans Egalite himself, for one begins to pity even him, what does he do with them?

Now we saw the French tri-color proudly floating over our German heads, and on it we read, in large letters of gold—Liberte!

Were alle yclothed in o livere Of a solempne and grete fraternite.