Sans Culottes
Though he hasn’t got a penny
And he hasn’t got a pot
There is nothing in his pocket
He’s a man who’s sans culottes
But he’s really rather happy
Though he doesn’t have a sou
He’s got freedom and there’s no one
Who can tell him what to do
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