Friedland (la jambe de bois)

Once upon a time
A wooden leg
Who was looking for an amateur
She said to herself: My goodness
If no one wants me
I'll shoot myself right in the heart
But suddenly
She hears in the distance
A bugle call
She said to herself: Perfect
It's now or never
To find myself a position
Arriving on the battlefield
At the height of the shrapnel
She comes across a cannonball
Which was whistling at the top of her lungs

She said to him: My friend
Your little face is kicking me
You who are going to kill the Cossacks
Be a sweetheart
Take a little detour for me
Before you go on the attack
But here's the problem
I don't like peasants
And if you want to fix me
Turn to the Cossacks instead
Go over to the Cossacks' side
Take a look at that French officer
If you steal one from him Leg
You can take my word for it
That if gangrene doesn't set in
I'll be his wooden leg

It's very delicate
What you're asking me
Replied the cannonball
You've got a wooden head
That's why you don't understand
That it's high treason
But come on, don't hit yourself
Don't look like that
Come on, stop being bitter
What wouldn't we do
For a pretty wooden leg?
I'm going to steal his feathers
And there he goes, dashing forward
But to add insult to injury
The officer who just saw him
Ducks down and takes him full in the face

You idiot
That's not smart
Cried the wooden leg
Now that he's dead
He no longer needs support
I was wrong to count on you
You take me for an idiot
Said the cannonball
But I'm going to possess you
Anger is getting him drunk
And there he is, losing his mind
He goes off spouting off
They were court-martialed
And to save morals
The little girl was sentenced
To have a ball and chain on her foot

But it doesn't do me any good
To always have you on my side
Cried the wooden leg
I hope that hard
Knock on wood