The grandeur of Versailles,
With gardens so olde,
King's footsteps it seems,
Imprinted it holds.
The gold and the silver,
The softness of velvet,
All drenching with wealth
What doth its walls
One might tell?
Were happy the servants
Or people Francaise?
Behind the gold gates,
Scruffy rats runneth astray.
With gardens so olde,
King's footsteps it seems,
Imprinted it holds.
The gold and the silver,
The softness of velvet,
All drenching with wealth
What doth its walls
One might tell?
Were happy the servants
Or people Francaise?
Behind the gold gates,
Scruffy rats runneth astray.