作词 : Claude Joseph Rouget De Lisle

作曲 : Claude Joseph Rouget De Lisle

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!

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 victory or death.

Oh liberty can man resign thee

Once having felt thy generous flame?

Can dungeons, bolts and bar confie thee

Or whips thy noble spirit tame?

Or whips thy noble spirit tame?

Too long the world has wept bewailing

That falshood'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 victory or death.