The Maid of Orleans

Ay, my good neighbors! we at least today Are Frenchmen still, free citizens and lords Of the old soil which our forefathers tilled. Who knows whom we tomorrow must obey? For England her triumphal banner waves From every wall: the blooming fields of France Are trampled down beneath her chargers' hoofs; Paris hath yielded to her conquering arms, And with the ancient crown of Dagobert Adorns the scio...