Have eyes too sad for tears to wet,
And for your pity wait.’
But Marie only laughed and said:
‘My heart they will not ache:
If people starve for want of bread
Let them eat cake.’
The Court re-echoed her bon mot;
It rang around the land,
Till masses wakened from their woe
With scyth and pick in hand.
It took a careless, callous phrase
To rouse the folk forlorn:
A million roared the Marseillaise:
Freedom was born.
And so to Marie Antoinette
Let’s pay a tribute due;
Humanity owes her a debt,
(Ironical, it’s true).
She sparked world revolution red,
And as with glee they bore
Upon a pike her lovely head
–Her curls dripped gore.