Napoleon's Nostalgia
Corsica, oh my Corsica.
Corsica of a thousand charms,
Corsica of whose fragrance
I can distinguish from France.
I delight in your coat of arms
with an image the replica
of an emancipated man.
You were my childhood paradise.
In your gardens I played and ran.
Your shores inspired delightful tales
of a land fortified by whales.
Oh! Corsica, my Corsica
I long to inhabit your shores
to flee Hudson's punitive laws.
There never was a land so dear
as this idyllic island rare.
France did value thee at a price
and Genoa prospered from thy sale.
Corsica, oh my Corsica,
shall I ever see thee again?
or will my longing be in vain?
Oh! how I love thee Corsica!
heal my protracted home sickness
like a tender loving mistress.
Copyright © Joseph C Ogbonna | Year Posted 2017
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