TROUBLEMAKER Let us break all the shields And soil the ermine Take the oak and the olive tree Make their philosophy our own The pigs eat the acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST We only ask a little tax from the nobility The spat out stone will grow in time into an olive tree We will smoke our pork over a fire of basilic TROUBLEMAKER And we will plant the laurel tree REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST To make TROUBLEMAKER To make REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST A wreath TROUBLEMAKER A wreath A wreath to crown the République REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST We will smoke our pork upon the pyre of privilege The flames of castles burning will dance from ridge to ridge We'll break all the shields Spit out all the stones Make the oak and the olive trees' philosophy our own The pigs eat the acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones CHORUS We will smoke the pork on a fire of basilic We will plant the laurel tree to make our laurel wreaths To crown, to crown, to crown the République! Scene 3 "The Grievances of the People"