P. R. Chalmers, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3823… (19th and 20th century)
“ But there was Jules François to make you a song; He sang them a song, and he fondled his gun, Though I wouldn't translate it he sang it A1; His battery thought it A1! The morning was fresh and the morning was cool When they stopped in an orchard two miles out of Toul, And the grey muzzles spat through the grey muzzles' smoke, And there was Jules François to make you a joke. To crack his idea of a joke:— "The road to our Paris 'tis hard as can be ”
