歌词
Gaul was brought to shame by Ceasar
By King Necomedes, He.
Here Comes Ceasar,
Wreathed in Triumph
For his Galic Victory.
Nicomedes wears no Laurels,
Though the Greatest of the Three!
Home we Bring our bald whoremonger
Romans, lock your wives away!
All the bags of golds you lent him,
Went his Gallic tarts to pay.