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How can I laugh or cry
When my mind is sorely torn?
Badabec had to die
Fair Pantagruel is born
Shall I weep, yes, for why?
Then laugh and show my scorn
Born with a strength untold
Foreseen to have great age
Set in Gargantuan mould,
Joyful laugh, yet quick to rage
Princely wisdom, habits bold;
Power, glory, lauded sage
Pantagruel born, the earth was dry and burning
In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him
Pantagruel born, the earth was dry and burning
In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him.
Pantagruel born, the earth was dry and burning
In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him
How can I laugh or cry
When my mind is sorely torn?
Badabec had to die,
Fair Pantagruel is born
Shall I weep, yes, for why?
Then laugh and show my scorn.