A New Song called The Sea, The Sea To which is added, The Last Shilling, Tho' you leave me now in sorrow, Irish Mary, The Marseillois Hymn [by Bryan Waller Procter] |
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THE MARSEILLOIS HYMN. |
 | A New Song called The Sea, The Sea |  |
THE MARSEILLOIS HYMN.
The day is come, the day of glory,
Rise, children of our country, rise!
Rise, for the despot's standard gory,
The despot's standard flaps the skies!
The despot's standard flaps the skies!
And hark! the hordes—the bloody minions
Of tyrants, bloodier far than they;
They come on desolation's pinions
To make yonr sons—your friends, their prey,
Then away to the fray with your bright flags high;
We go—we go,
And the blood of the foe shall our furrows dye.
Rise, children of our country, rise!
Rise, for the despot's standard gory,
The despot's standard flaps the skies!
The despot's standard flaps the skies!
And hark! the hordes—the bloody minions
Of tyrants, bloodier far than they;
They come on desolation's pinions
To make yonr sons—your friends, their prey,
Then away to the fray with your bright flags high;
We go—we go,
And the blood of the foe shall our furrows dye.
These perjured kings—these slaves base-hearted,
Is it for us they forge the chain?
For us—who into life have started,
Ne'er to know slavery's death again!
Ne'er to know slavery's death again!
For us—the free—the noble minded,—
For us—O, insult—crime and wrong!
What folly hath their viston blinded?
For us—the proud—the brave—the strong.
Then, away, &c.
Is it for us they forge the chain?
For us—who into life have started,
Ne'er to know slavery's death again!
Ne'er to know slavery's death again!
For us—the free—the noble minded,—
For us—O, insult—crime and wrong!
What folly hath their viston blinded?
For us—the proud—the brave—the strong.
Then, away, &c.
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They come to outrage God and nature's
First, best and most sublime decree;
The—base and mercenary creatures,
To flout the sons of liberty!
To flout the sons of liberty!
They come—our free born limbs to fetter,
To fling in dust our upward thought;
Spirit of freedom! no! far better
Thy sacred lessons we were taught.
Then away, &c.
First, best and most sublime decree;
The—base and mercenary creatures,
To flout the sons of liberty!
To flout the sons of liberty!
They come—our free born limbs to fetter,
To fling in dust our upward thought;
Spirit of freedom! no! far better
Thy sacred lessons we were taught.
Then away, &c.
Then tremble, ye prefidious! tremble;
Corrupt and servile creatures, fly!
The hosts of liberty assemble,
Your well won recompence is nigh!
Your well won recompence is nigh!
All here are heroes—all are brothers,
And if they faint, and if they fall,
The feitlle earth shall bring forth others,
Ready to die or conquer—all!
Then away, &c.
Corrupt and servile creatures, fly!
The hosts of liberty assemble,
Your well won recompence is nigh!
Your well won recompence is nigh!
All here are heroes—all are brothers,
And if they faint, and if they fall,
The feitlle earth shall bring forth others,
Ready to die or conquer—all!
Then away, &c.
Our fathers fought the fight victorious,
Shall we our fathers' name disgrace,
We follow in their footsteps glorious,
And 'midst their tombs their virtues trace!
And 'midst their tombs their virtues trace!
Their fame—their deeds—their memory cherished,
The brave are children of the brave;—
We will avenge them where they perish'd,
And summon freedom from their grave!
Then away, &c.
Shall we our fathers' name disgrace,
We follow in their footsteps glorious,
And 'midst their tombs their virtues trace!
And 'midst their tombs their virtues trace!
Their fame—their deeds—their memory cherished,
The brave are children of the brave;—
We will avenge them where they perish'd,
And summon freedom from their grave!
Then away, &c.
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Yet mercy—from her al tar speaking,
Will cry—Restrain the avenging blow,
For some there are whose hearts are breaking,
Whose hands the bolts of slavery throw!
Whose hands the bolts of slavery throw!
But for the tyrants—those who seated
On thrones, the best of men condemn
To scaffolds—be no mercy meted,—
For why should mercy smile on them?
Then away, &c.
Will cry—Restrain the avenging blow,
For some there are whose hearts are breaking,
Whose hands the bolts of slavery throw!
Whose hands the bolts of slavery throw!
But for the tyrants—those who seated
On thrones, the best of men condemn
To scaffolds—be no mercy meted,—
For why should mercy smile on them?
Then away, &c.
INVOCATION.
O, holy love of country speed us,Our guide, our trust, our guardian be,
O, frecdom cherish freedom lead us,
And fight for those who fight for thee!
And fight for those who fight for thee!
Thy voice is heard, thy flag is flying,
The day is won—thy foemen see,
While midst the dust in anguish dying,
Our glory and thy victory.
Then away, &c.
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