Fan-Fan the Tulip (Fanfan la tulipe)

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Drums

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War... Recently became team sport

the most practiced in the world,

the war begins his career small.

Of course, we're losing our minds,

but we continue to fight.

Thousands of years passed

in neighborhood quarrels.

And then came progress.

Flint, throwing weapons and gunpowder.

That is to say, the artillery.

Serious things began.

We pulled harder and farther.

So far away that those who started the fighting

could keep at a distance.

These people passing by,

are ours?

-Which ? -The Reds.

Green helmet?

-Yellow. -Hanoverians.

-So... -Enemies.

Of course.

Green helmets...

-Our Irish friends. -Of course.

Our friends from Ireland.

Hey, Greeks?

-Scottish, Sire. From the Mac Gregor clan.

Enemies. -Gregor, very enemies.

I can't see our colors anywhere.

Shocking.

Exact. Blue on blue.

Royal blue on French blue.

-A shot of sky blue. -What are you gibbering, chaplain?

Majesty, bless them.

Are they

not already ?

But, not by the King.

It will be worth more.

Rascal.

-If I gave them, they wouldn't believe it anymore.

Ah, ours.

Wait.

I recognize.

Uh... Aquitaine. -Picardia.

Yes, Picardy.

And there... Don't say anything.

Uh... Champagne!

-Almost, Roussillon. -Well.

This scope mixes everything.

And those, Marshal?

I do not know.

It's nothing.

It happens.

"Which victory doesn't have its share of mystery?"

It's beautiful.

Beautiful.

-Just remind me how it all started.

-M. de Chaville. It is our common memory.

-That good Chaville. Call him under my tent.

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What's this ? -A try.

I would like a hymn for my regiment.

-I hated that we died without music.

But it seems to lack a shank.

Absolutely.

Enough !

I want shank. - Come to the Houlette.

Chaville waits.

The origin is very simple.

It drags on and I lost track.

Successions.

Look.

Initially, Austria.

Upon the death of...

Charles...

I do not remember.

His daughter, Marie...

Marie Therese ?

Not married...

Replaces it.

Immediately

Prussia, Bavaria, Saxony, claim the crown.

We, finally, you,

Majesty...

We support Saxony.

No.

No no.

What?

We support?

Bavaria?

Well done !

Very well, my Louis!

So.

We are against this Thérèse.

But this filth of England is getting involved.

Hanover. The Irish join us.

Green !

Prussia is back in the fray.

Diversion.

Feints... We breathe.

Snoring

Oh.

He?

So ?

So, we are there, what.

Yes, absolutely.

Absolutely.

Absolutely.

Well, I would like a chocolate.

It promotes concentration.

Marshal.

Workforce ?

Workforce

enemies

in the last hours of last night,

are 50,774 combatants.

Too much.

It's too much and us?

46,962, Sire.

More aids.

46,000 how much?

962.

We must round up.

47,000!

A good number.

Our sergeants

rake.

Find 38 tomorrow.

My purse!

With this you will find.

38 breasts ready to die.

Do I have to offer

mine ?

Cannon shots

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Recruitment office, urgent!

-The King offers 2 additional pistoles

if you sign before noon.

I only have 28 places.

So, we decide quickly!

Aquitaine, the most beautiful regiment in the army.

Look at this uniform.

Tricorn.

Gaiters.

Belt.

Harness.

Epaulettes.

Forage.

The stripes!

This is what awaits you. Live it, food and adventure!

And the danger.

You will ravage the enemy!

You will enter its farms, its cellars and its women.

Finally, let's go!

Let's go !

The first to raise his hand, 3 pistoles.

Him ! -But...

Come on, for the glory!

Laughs

Are we not good here ?

Quiet.

We hurt no one.

Stop!

Your daughter, your niece, what a shame!

He's not ashamed?

-About what ? She didn't know she was beautiful.

We know your songs.

I was gentle with your ladies.

What lady?

His mother.

-And his aunt. -My wife !

-Each one his duty, the army depopulates...

I repopulate.

Get it!

Catch it!

Get down!

- We're looking for the adjutant's bride. -After.

Welcome, the gendarmes!

Come on, I like it a lot.

Shall we pass the sponge?

Shut up !

May he marry my daughter!

Sorry, I never marry.

So fight, you bastard!

Or we pierce you! - I don't marry.

And no one pierces me!

-Nothing in the panties. -Too much

or not enough?

Make him fight!

I was a marshal of arms.

I learned a lot.

And U.S. too !

Faced with so much ardor,

here is a lesson

for the jeans-fuck!

First,

control his mood, hot blood

confuses the mind!