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Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle

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Arise, children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!

Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle (10 May 176026 June 1836) was a French composer who in 1792 wrote La Marseillaise, the French national anthem.

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To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let's march, let's march!
Originally titled Chant de Guerre pour l'Armée du Rhin (War Song for the Army of the Rhine) · French National Anthem - "La Marseillaise" with French and English lyrics · La Marseillaise sung in Casablanca (1942) · "La Marseillaise" sung by Mireille Mathieu (1988 performance) + B&W version with English subtitles (1989)
  • Allons enfants de la Patrie,
    Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
    Contre nous de la tyrannie,
    L'étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)
    Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
    Mugir ces féroces soldats?
    Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
    Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!

    Aux armes, citoyens,
    Formez vos bataillons,
    Marchons, marchons!
    Qu'un sang impur
    Abreuve nos sillons!

    • Arise, children of the Fatherland,
      The day of glory has arrived!
      Against us, of tyranny
      The blood-stained standard is raised,
      Do you hear in the countryside,
      Those blood-thirsty soldiers ablare?
      They're coming right into your arms
      To tear the throats of your sons, your wives!

      To arms, citizens,
      Form up your battalions
      March on, march on!
      Let blood impure
      Water our furrows!
    • Variant translations:
    • Arise, children of the Fatherland,
      The day of glory has arrived!
      Against us tyranny's
      Bloody banner is raised …
      Do you hear, in the countryside,
      The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
      They're coming right into your arms
      To slaughter your sons, your companions!!

      To arms, citizens,
      Form your battalions,
      Let's march, let's march!
      Let an impure blood
      Soak our fields!

    • 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!
  • To arms! to arms! ye brave!
    The avenging sword unsheathe!
    March on! march on! all hearts resolved
    On victory or death!
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