Nautical Shore!/reported
Whaaa???
Esoteric 4 sho!
Anyways.....
https://youtu.be/IIo-17SIkws
I recommend that you write in Anglish in all future correspondence with Shreddi, that'd be great.
Nautical Shore if this will be as intardasting to y'all as it is to me. N'Joy!
Best 1920s Slang
Alderman: A man’s pot-belly.
Ameche: Telephone.
Ankle: (n) Woman; (v) To walk.
Babe: Woman.
Baby: A person, can be said to either a man or a woman.
Baloney: Nonsense, something not to be believed.
Be on the nut: To be broke.
Bean-shooter: Gun...
...
...Weak sister: A push-over.
Wear iron: Carry a gun.
Wise head: A smart person.
Wooden kimono: A coffin.
Worker (as in “She sizes up as a worker”): A woman who takes a guy for his money.
Wrong gee: Not a good fellow.
Wrong number: Not a good fellow.
Ya follow: “Do you understand?”
Yap: Mouth.
Yard: $100.
Yegg: Safecracker who can only open cheap and easy safes.
Zotzed: Killed.
Let's go children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody flag is raised!
Bloody flag is raised!
In the countryside, do you hear
The roaring of these fierce soldiers?
They come right to our arms
To slit the throats of our sons, our friends!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
This horde of slaves, traitors, plotting kings,
What do they want?
For whom these vile shackles,
These long-prepared irons?
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, oh! what an insult!
What emotions that must excite!
It is us that they dare to consider
Returning to ancient slavery!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
What! These foreign troops
Would make laws in our home!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would bring down our proud warriors!
Would bring down our proud warriors!
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brows would bend beneath the yoke!
Vile despots would become
The masters of our fate!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
Tremble, tyrants! and you, traitors,
The disgrace of all groups,
Tremble! Your parricidal plans
Will finally pay the price!
Will finally pay the price!
Everyone is a soldier to fight you,
If they fall, our young heros,
France will make more,
Ready to battle you!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors,
Bear or hold back your blows!
Spare these sad victims,
Regretfully arming against us.
Regretfully arming against us.
But not these bloodthirsty despots,
But not these accomplices of Bouillé,
All of these animals who, without pity,
Tear their mother's breast to pieces!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
Sacred love of France,
Lead, support our avenging arms!
Liberty, beloved Liberty,
Fight with your defenders!
Fight with your defenders!
Under our flags, let victory
Hasten to your manly tones!
May your dying enemies
See your triumph and our glory!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
We will enter the pit
When our elders are no longer there;
There, we will find their dust
And the traces of their virtues.
And the traces of their virtues.
Much less eager to outlive them
Than to share their casket,
We will have the sublime pride
Of avenging them or following them!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
Un poème:
À votre santé
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=215W-29Gt7s
Les crapauds seront dévorés en premier.
What do you have against toads? :-\
I have nothing against frogs.
...I am MAL KUCZI DICK (not long[sic]..).
...the inscrutable rhyming pentiads of an incurably
disordered simian typewriter mite,
on the rite draw of the cards,
reslut in A=jeremiad...
https://youtu.be/XcEKtVZ0XX4The HAt is iLL, mang!