G'morning Vern,

 VH> I believe it is:
 VH> Mademoiselle from Armentieres, Parlez-vous...

That's how I remember the original, too...

One of the old varsity songs went like this,  using a mix of the 
appropiate melodies (and lots of bubbly to lubricate the 
tonsils)....

Maxwelton Braes are bonny,
Where stands the Grand Hotel,
Twas there I'd an egg for breakfast
But when I opened the shell...

I knew 'twas an egg of the Old Brigade,
Though it had aged and altered,
With terms quite undismayed
In accents low it faltered...

"I'm humming,
 I'm humming.
 I'm not newlaid
 I know..."

And in my best French,
I answered back,
"The same to you";
My mother, you know,
Lives over there,
with Mademoiselle from Armentieres,

So they pushed it through the window,
Pushed it through the window,

And there it lay,
Until next day,
When the rubbishman came that way...

Egg shells he saw !
Excelsior !

So he wrapped them up in his tarpaulin jacket,
Thinking for supper 'twould do, 'twould do...
But early next morning before breakfast,
His widow his Club money drew....

So, Rule Britannia !
No matter what you've paid,
Eggs are never, never, ever
Quite new laid !

E&OE ... its been several decades since I warbled that one...

But viva la France regardless...


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