At the French table, sitting under the Tri-color of France, the French boat’s crew sang the Marseillaise Hymn:
"Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary;
Behold their tears, and hear their cries!
Behold their tears, and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th’ avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On liberty or death!
"O Liberty! can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy generous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That Falsehood’s dagger tyrants wield;
But Freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their arts are unavailing."
This was grand. When the French had finished singing, our boat’s crew, sitting under the Stars and Stripes, gave them
Yankee Doodle.
Ye gallant sons of liberty, you bravely have defended
Your country’s rights by land and sea, and to her cause attended.
With Yankee Doodle, doodle, doo, Yankee Doodle dandy,
Our tars will show the haughty foe Columbia’s sons are handy.
