Boudin is a blood sausage commonly found in France and in Cajun country.*
Le Boudin is also the official marching song of the Foreign Legion. Here is the lyrics:
Chorus:
- Here you are, some blood sausage, some blood sausage, some blood sausage
- For the Alsatians, the Swiss, and the Lorraines,
- For the Belgians, there's none left,
- For the Belgians, there's none left,
- They're lazy shirkers.
- For the Belgians, there's none left,
- For the Belgians, there's none left,
- They're shooters from the ass [lazy shirkers].
1st verse:
- We are crafty.
- We are rogues.
- We are no ordinary guys.
- We've often got our black moods,
- For we are Legionnaires.
- In Tonkin, the Immortal Legion
- Honored our flag at Tuyen Quang.
- Heroes of Cameroon and exemplary brothers
- Sleep in peace in your tombs.
(Repeat Chorus)
2nd verse:
- Our ancestors knew how to die
- For the glory of the Legion.
- We will know how to perish
- According to the tradition.
- During our far-off campaigns,
- Facing fever and fire,
- Let us forget, along with our hardships,
- Death, which forgets us so little.
- (For) we are the Legion.
*I recommend using andouille instead.
6 comments:
Oh, those lazy Belgian shirkers!
Famous for their Esprit Des Corps even before the USMC I believe. And so romantic, expendable, far from home....
If I ever have a death wish I'll join the Foreign Legion to establish colonies in the midst of indigenous people everywhere. You know, bring civilization to those savages around the world.
Ah the good ol' days when people wanted to run away and join the French foreign legion.
The French Foreign Legion provided a home for the disaffected, the adventurous, and the outcasts.
those lazy Belgian shirkers!
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