National Gazette

For the NATIONAL GAZETTE.

The Marseilles Hymn.

Attempted in English.

RISE ye gen'rous youth of France
And mark the glory of this day;
'Gainst us the tyrant-throng advance.
And high the bloody flag display. [twice.]

Our fields ferocious hirelings dare,
And savage howlings rend the sky,
They come! and from your arms they tear
The prattling babes who bleeding die!

To arms ye brave band,
In firm battalions rise,
March on, march on,
Let blood disguise
Your own native land.
We march, we march,
Let blood disguise
Our own native land.

What would this herd of conjur'd kings
Vile slaves and traitors, ghastly throng!
For whom the chain ignoble brings
The bondage we have suffer'd long? twice

In vengeance, French, let every breast
With wishing transport ceaseless burn,
Fair freedom teaches to detest
The slavery they bid return. To arms &c.

What! would these proud outlandish foes
Be legislators in our land?
What! would these hireling crowds oppose
And lay in dust our warlike band! twice

Great God! shall then th'enflaving rod
Subject us to our former state?
Shall a vile Despot's sovereign nod
Decide at will our abject fate! To arms

Our warriors now the glory share,
By them you all, by them succeed;
Spare then, the wretched victims spare,
We arm to die or make you bleed. twice

But lo! these sanguinary Lords
Joyous exert their savage pow'r,
These bloody tyrants lift their swords;
And their own country's peace devour.
To arms &c.

Tremble proud tyrants, traitors blush,
Quick, quick resign the victors' plume,
The arm of justice, rais'd to crush,
Descends and you must meet your doom. [twice.]

All, all are soldiers now in France,
And should we fall, new legions rise,
Our youth to join the fight advance
And learn all danger to despise To arms

Children.
With joy we will assume the trust
When down dead shall our fathers roll,
Then shall we find their sacred dust
Will animate th'aspiring soul. [twice.]

Less zealous to survive our fires
Than share the death we all contemn,
Their sons a glorious pride inspires
T'avenge their wrongs or follow them.
To arms &c.

Oh! "sacred love of country" aid
Our vengeful arms, our footsteps guide,
And Liberty! celestial maid,
Adhere to thy defenders' side. twice.

When victory our tents shall leave
To spread the joyous tidings round.
Thy triumph and our fame shall give
Our enemies their lasting wound. To arms

Our native soil and social love
Together limit our desires,
Then ever let our souls improve
The glow which virtue's wish inspires. twice

By union shall our pow'rs increase,
Our tyrant foes shall hug their chain;
And then the happy French shall cease
To chant the harsh incongruous strain,
To arms &c.

A L A.
July 12.