The Scarlet Pimpernel

Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel?
I've heard he swaggers on a heath
With several daggers in his teeth.
They say he cracks the longest whip
And has the stiffest upper lip
I've heard he's had his skin tatooed
And dances in the nude
Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel?
Now really girls
You can't believe just anything you hear
For accuracy I look to the daily press
Today they say the fellow's a Venetian gondalier
A lusty Latin lover
Yes, well, more or less
And although he's feeble minded
They report he's all the rage
When he travels with his twelve foot spear
He was seen the other day
Hacking off a Frenchie's ear...And two knee caps!

He's always at it tooth and nail
There's always someone to impale
But he relaxes now and then
To take a sail upon the Seine
I wish he'd sail away with me
Or simply come to tea?
This plucky ne'er-do-well
No, this lucky bloody swell!
Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel?