Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arriv !
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'tendard sanglant est lev
Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes
Mugir ces froces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras.
gorger vos fils, vos compagnes!

(chorus:)
Aux armes citoyens
Formez vos bataillons
Marchons, marchons
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons

Que veut cette horde d'esclaves
De tratres, de rois conjurs?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves
Ces fers ds longtemps prpars?
Franais, pour nous, ah! quel outrage
Quels transports il doit exciter?
C'est nous qu'on ose mditer
De rendre l'antique esclavage!

(chorus)

Quoi ces cohortes trangres!
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers!
Quoi! ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fils guerriers!
Grand Dieu! par des mains enchanes
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient
De vils despotes deviendraient
Les matres des destines.

(chorus)

Tremblez, tyrans et vous perfides
L'opprobre de tous les partis
Tremblez! vos projets parricides
Vont enfin recevoir leurs prix!
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre
S'ils tombent, nos jeunes hros
La France en produit de nouveaux,
Contre vous tout prts se battre.

(chorus)

Franais, en guerriers magnanimes
Portez ou retenez vos coups!
pargnez ces tristes victimes
regret s'armant contre nous
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires
Mais ces complices de Bouill
Tous ces tigres qui, sans piti
Dchirent le sein de leur mre!

(chorus)

Nous entrerons dans la carrire
Quand nos ans n'y seront plus
Nous y trouverons leur poussire
Et la trace de leurs vertus
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!

(chorus)

Amour sacr de la Patrie
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs
Libert, Libert chrie
Combats avec tes dfenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure tes mles accents
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!

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English Translation:

Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts

(chorus:)
To arms citizens
Form your battalions
March, march
Let impure blood
Water our furrows

What do they want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile chains
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What methods must be taken?
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!

(chorus)

What! These foreign cohorts!
They would make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield under the yoke
The vile despots would have themselves be
The masters of destiny

(chorus)

Tremble, tyrants and traitors
The shame of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will receive their just reward
Against you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our young heros
France will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight against you

(chorus)

Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Bear or hold back your blows
Spare these sad victims
That they regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody despots
These accomplices of Bouill
All these tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers' wombs

(chorus)

We too shall enlist
When our elders' time has come
To add to the list of deeds
Inscribed upon their tombs
We are much less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their coffins
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining them

(chorus)

Drive on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished liberty
Join the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your manly tone
So that in death your enemies
See your triumph and our glory! Lyrics from a song in Public Domain