L'agent provocateur.

In hat daubed o'er with wax — in coat
Of fabric somewhat slight,
To represent his Province meant,
Comes this Burgundian Knight.
But though respectable in age,
In well-known name arrayed —
Hush, hush, he tends to babbling, friends —
To get up plots his trade.

They who have sent him say that he
Can bring the troubled peace:
But I've my fear — to get in here,
He passed by the police
And with them many a man of note
Is an informer made:
Hush, hush, he tends to babbling, friends —
To get up plots his trade.

But round he goes; and to the Chiefs
Of France our praise we mete;
Already now Hope's radiant brow
Athwart the bars we greet
A saucy bard must yield at last,
Nor can such charm evade —
Hush, hush, he tends to babbling, friends —
To get up plots his trade.

In song he'd make us laud a soil
Rich in the joyous vine;
An Emperor toast, whom Frenchmen boast
The foremost of his line ...
Yes, he, for Probus that just prince,
A flattering strain might aid —
Hush, hush, he tends to babbling, friends —
To get up plots his trade.

Deal justly with this traitor, then;
At table let's remain;
Nor drinking cease, till the police
Have got him back again
Return through us, good wine, and thus
In that foul sink be laid —
Hush, hush, he tends to babbling, friends —
To get up plots his trade.