LA MARSEILLAISE



Ye sons of France, awake to glory!

Hark! Hark! the people 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.



Oh liberty can man resign thee,

Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?

Can dungeons, bolts, and bar confine the?

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.

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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Written by Rouget de Lisle, a young officer in the French army

stationed in Strasbourg in 1792. It was played at a patriotic

banquet at Marseilles, and printed copies were given to the

revolutionary forces then marching on Paris. They entered Paris

singing this song, and to it they marched to the Tuileries on

August 10th. Ironically, Rouget de Lisle was himself a royalist

and refused to take the oath of allegiance to the new

constitution. He was imprisoned and barely escaped the

guillotine.



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