There? that by opening my eyes,
I realize, name of God,
That I had Faith but the wrong one,
The god who gave it to me refiled
Did not nest in the stoup,
Neither on the Cross nor in asceticism:
He was a little horned god,
The black hair, the cloven foot
And the ember-colored quinquets...
Ah! the good faith, my time, the good faith, the bad,
Ah! my bad faith is worth all your nonsense!
The heart? who baptized me?,
Ah! if I could have spoken to him,
Give him, I don't know, an arm of honor!
Yelling: "for my head,
I I don't want more of a bottle of milk,
Give me a good sister's nipple!
A big plump nipple
So that I can practice on it
Waiting for better days!”
Ah! the good faith, my time, the good faith, the bad,
Ah! my bad faith is worth all your nonsense!
At my first confession,
When is the repression? in petticoats
Whispered to me? behind the gate:
"Tell me your ugly thoughts,
All your impure gestures and
Your smallest sins, peccadilloes! "< br/>I replied to Father Machin:
"Always talk, I can't help it
If your angels have girlish faces!"
Ah! the good faith, my time, the good faith, the bad,
Ah! my bad faith is worth all your dioceses!
“Aim! Left! Right! U-turn!”
Howled the idiot in the courtyard
To our flock of soldiers,
I sit in the middle,
Under the nose of the adjutant
Who turns red, who turns green,
And I tell him chr? statement:
"Jesus was non-violent,
It was written in my breviary!"
Ah! the good faith, my time, the good faith, the bad,
Ah! my bad faith is worth your "Marseillaise"!
On the day of the last judgment,
I will make my last snub
When they carry me in clay:
Before the cur'ton of misfortune,
The beadle, the choirboys
And the little wings of Saint Thérèse,
I I'll tighten my bottle brush:
Won't be able to close the box!
And I'll leave? the Englishwoman
Ah! the good faith, my time, the good faith, the bad,
Ah! my bad faith is worth your P?r'e Lachaise!

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