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 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? 
 One knows in France 685 different ways of preparing eggs.
 [Fr., On connoit en France 685 manieres differentes d'accommoder read more 
 One knows in France 685 different ways of preparing eggs.
 [Fr., On connoit en France 685 manieres differentes d'accommoder 
les oeufs.] 
 France is an absolute monarchy, tempered by ballads.
 [Fr., La France est une monarchie absolue, temperee par des 
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 France is an absolute monarchy, tempered by ballads.
 [Fr., La France est une monarchie absolue, temperee par des 
chansons.] 
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.
 Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
 Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.  
 Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
 Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please. 
I would rather have a German division in front of me than a French one behind me.
I would rather have a German division in front of me than a French one behind me.
 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.] 
 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.] 
 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.