Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us
Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?

Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us
Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?

The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always read more

The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.

Have the French for friends, but not for neighbors.

Have the French for friends, but not for neighbors.

Adieu, delightful land of France! O my country so dear, which
nourished my infancy!
[Fr., Adieu, plaisant pays read more

Adieu, delightful land of France! O my country so dear, which
nourished my infancy!
[Fr., Adieu, plaisant pays de France!
O, ma patrie
La plus cherie,
Qui a nourrie ma jeune enfance!
Adieu, France--adieu, mes beaux jours.]

I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden
shoes.

I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden
shoes.

A nation of monkeys with the throat of parrots.
[Fr., Une natione de singes a larynx de parroquets.]

A nation of monkeys with the throat of parrots.
[Fr., Une natione de singes a larynx de parroquets.]

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and read more

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, read more

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!

Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without your accordion.

Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without your accordion.