La Marseillaise
Update: As this has been getting hit with searches for A Frenchman went to the Lavatory, the lyrics, and even an mp3 can be found here.
Update 21/09/10: The above link no longer works, but this other one in my notes does - for the moment at least. I note that the song is not as good a quality (which is why it was spare).
Just for reference:
La Marseillaise
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Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé. (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes !
Aux armes, citoyens !
Formez vos bataillons !
Marchons, marchons !
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !
(And in English
Arise, children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, the tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised. (repeat)
Do you hear in the fields
The howling of these savage soldiers?
They are coming into your midst
To cut the throats of your sons, your wives!
To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march, let us march!
May tainted blood
Water our fields!)
All sung, of course, to the tune of "A Frenchman went to the lavatory".
Update 21/09/10: The above link no longer works, but this other one in my notes does - for the moment at least. I note that the song is not as good a quality (which is why it was spare).
Just for reference:
La Marseillaise
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Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé. (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes !
Aux armes, citoyens !
Formez vos bataillons !
Marchons, marchons !
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !
(And in English
Arise, children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, the tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised. (repeat)
Do you hear in the fields
The howling of these savage soldiers?
They are coming into your midst
To cut the throats of your sons, your wives!
To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march, let us march!
May tainted blood
Water our fields!)
All sung, of course, to the tune of "A Frenchman went to the lavatory".