Oh, our gentle duke of Savoy, what a noble gentleman
Mustered him the finest army of us twenty-four peasants
Gironfla! His finest peasants, Gironfla, a score and four
Gironfla! His finest peasants, Gironfla! Now who needs more?

Every man has spear or halberd and a wooden sword on belt
Every man has red-white cockade on a hat of finest felt
Gironfla, marching onwards, Gironfla, we'll march to France!
Gironfla, marching onwards, Gironfla, we'll march to France!

He assigned us noble captain, Cristofo de Carignan
He is brave and he is eager, and his age is twenty-one
Gironfla, marching onwards, Gironfla, second to none!
Gironfla, marching onwards, Gironfla, that Carignan!

Then we'll march against king Louis, we are bound to attack France
Now should anyone resist us, we will beat him up at glance
Gironfla, marching onwards, Gironfla, blood will spill
Gironfla, marching onwards, Gironfla, he'll be a kill!

Here we are at Frenchie border - we are ready for the fight
Oh good Lord, how many soldiers enemy has on the sight
Halt the troops! We'll stop here - we will camp here for the night!
Halt the troops! We'll camp here - in the morning we will fight!

Now this said our noble Captain: "Let's go get and kill them all!
We will attack them at sunrise, when they're done, then back we'll fall"
Kill them all, said our captain, kill them all - no quarter, no!
Kill them all, said our captain, kill them all - a way to go!

So let's have a toast for Savoy, and another for our Duke!
and a third for our brave army, oh she sure is fine a look!
Raise the toast! Roll the barrel! Raise the toast! Pour us wine!
Raise the toast! Roll another! Raise the toast! Our army fine!

When our glasses clink together, we will ask ourselves one thing:
Who is our overlord, the duke of Savoy or the King?
Gironfla, oh what a question, Gironfla, a question fine -
Gironfla, oh what a question, Gironfla - pour more wine!!!