The Chronicle of Fredegar is the conventional title used for a 7th-century Frankish chronicle that was probably written in Burgundy. The author is unknown and the attribution to Fredegar dates only from the 16th century.
The chronicle begins with the creation of the world and ends in AD 642. There are also a few references to events up to 648. Some copies of the manuscript contain an abridged version of the chronicle up to the date of 642, but include additional sections written under the Carolingian dynasty that end with the death of Pepin the Short in 768. The Chronicle of Fredegar with its Continuations is one of the few sources that provide information on the Merovingian dynasty for the period after 591 when Gregory of Tours' the Decem Libri Historiarum finishes.
None of the surviving manuscripts specify the name of the author. The name "Fredegar" (modern French Frédégaire) was first used for the chronicle in 1579 by Claude Fauchet in his Recueil des antiquitez gauloises et françoises. The question of who wrote this work has been much debated, although the historian J. M. Wallace-Hadrill admits that "Fredegar" is a genuine, if unusual, Frankish name. The Vulgar Latin of this work confirms that the Chronicle was written in Gaul; beyond this, little is certain about the origin of this work. As a result, there are several theories about the authorship:
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You see, we're dying for love But we're afraid to drop our guard We're lost in a world gone crazy Where the men won't grow up And the women get so hard
Oh, this ain't no perfect world And I've got my problems No, this ain't no perfect world Cause you've got your problems too Now what do we do
I don't know If we wind up friends I don't know If we wind up strangers
Cause I never had to Walk away from anybody I wanted as much As I wanted you
Oh, this ain't no perfect world Cause I've got my problems Oh, this ain't no perfect world Cause you've got your problems too
Oh, this ain't no perfect world Oh, no, no Oh, this ain't no perfect world