Come on, let's sing '"Le boudin" (French Foreign Legion's Marching Song)

[Taverner]

Here you are, some blood pudding, some blood pudding, some blood pudding
for the Alsatians, Swiss and Lorrains
For the Belgians, There's none left
They're lazy shirkers


We're always at ease, we're rough and tough, no ordinary guys
We've often got our black moods, for we are Legionnaires


In Tonkin, the Legion immortal
At Tuyen Quiang our flag we honored
Heroes of Camerone and model brothers, sleep at peace in your tombs


Our ancestors died, for the Legion's glory
We will soon all perish according to tradition


During our far-off campaigns, facing fever and fire
Our sadnesses we forget with
Death's which so little forgets us, for we are the Legion

[rug]

1. I thought that was the Lounge's anthem.

[Call Me Wesley]

2. ROFL!

Let me see your blood pudding for the Swiss!

[rug]

3. For the Belgians, There's none left, They're lazy shirkers

I still don't forgive them for what they did to Lumumba.

[MiddleFingerMom]

4. My first attempt at picture editing with a touchpad.

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