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The Marseillaise

The official lyrics of the National Anthem France

Let’s go children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory is here!
Against us of tyranny
The bloody standard is raised,
The bloody standard is raised,
Do you hear in the countryside
Do you hear these ferocious soldiers roar?
They come into your arms
To slaughter your sons, your companions!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
March, march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

The full lyrics of the National Anthem France

Let’s go children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory is here!
Against us of tyranny
The bloody standard is raised,
The bloody standard is raised,
Do you hear in the countryside
Do you hear these ferocious soldiers roar?
They come into your arms
To slaughter your sons, your companions!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
March, march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

What does this horde of slaves want,
Of traitors, of conjured kings?
For whom these ignoble fetters,
These long-prepared fetters?
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! what an outrage
What transports it must excite!
We are the ones who dare to meditate
To return us to the ancient slavery!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let us march, let us march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

What! foreign cohorts
Shall rule in our homes!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would overwhelm our proud warriors!
Would overrun our proud warriors!
Great God! By chained hands
Our foreheads under the yoke would bend
Vile despots would become
The masters of our destinies!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let us march, let us march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious
The opprobrium of all parties,
Tremble! Your parricidal plans
Will at last be rewarded!
Will receive their price at last!
All are soldiers to fight you,
If they fall, our young heroes,
The earth produces new ones,
Against you all ready to fight!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let’s march, let’s march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors,
Carry or hold your blows!
Spare these sad victims,
Reluctantly arming against us.
Reluctantly arming themselves against us.
But these bloody despots,
But these accomplices of Bouillé,
All these tigers who, without pity,
Tear up their mother’s breast!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
March, march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

Sacred love of the Fatherland,
Lead, support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished liberty,
Fight with your defenders!
Fight with your defenders!
Under our flags that victory
Run to your male accents,
May your expiring enemies
See your triumph and our glory!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let us march, let us march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

We will enter the career
When our elders are no longer there,
We shall find their dust
And the trace of their virtues
And the trace of their virtues
Less jealous to survive them
Than to share their coffin,
We shall have the sublime pride
To avenge them or to follow them.

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let us march, let us march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!

Unofficial translation

The national anthem France was adopted in 1795.
It was written and composed by Rouget de Lisle.

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