Lyrics:
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! :|
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Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding
With hireling hosts a ruffian band
Affright and desolate the land
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?)
Chorus:
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on! All hearts resolved,
on "Liberty or death"!

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