This gentleman is the Cyrano de Bergerac of our day,
My hat I toss lightly away;
From my shoulders I slowly let fall
The cloak that conceals my array,
And my sword from my scabbard I call,
Like Celadon, graceful and tall,
Like Scaramouche, quick hand and brain,—
And I warn you, my friend, once for all,
I shall thrust when I end the refrain.
This gentleman is the Cyrano de Bergerac of our day,
My hat I toss lightly away; From my shoulders I slowly let fall The cloak that conceals my array, And my sword from my scabbard I call,
Like Celadon, graceful and tall, Like Scaramouche, quick hand and brain,— And I warn you, my friend, once for all, I shall thrust when I end the refrain.