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Wake children of France-shaii the ty-

 rant forever Enslayo and enohaia you and tranfle you

 down Or fear 70, the chains that have galied you

 to sever, And 10 tear from tho brow of the despot

 his crown Up children of France, lot the flag tha.

 you honor, Be once more the flag of the free and the

 braye-- For your country cries ont that the chains

 are upon her. And who heeds not the call is both coward

 and knaye. If you have but one spark of the spirit that

 lighted The souls of your fathers, exhibit it now And sheath not the sword till Tour wrongs

 shall be righted-- Till the despot before the insulted shall

 bow. Down down with the throne, and it's base

 tlncklins minions- On on to the contest, with cuirass and

 lance-- Till your eagles again spread their con

 qaering pinions, And peace and equality reign over France. Let the pale monarchs quake, for their

 thrones shall be shaken-- Let them league once again as they nave leagued before-- But their fury and vengeance, whenFranee shall awaken, Shofl io ltlya sh.4 cr oap nt.o 1-or ~ a shore. Up. men of gay France. shall yonr ohil- dren ppbraid you, And your grey-headed parents cry out on

 yeog shame ] Up ap anu your ancestors spirits will

 aid you, To render the tyraat and task-lnaster

 tame. On children of France--strihe for free

 dom and glory, As ye and yoar fathers have stricken be-

 fore Yc may fall. but your name shall be wril-

 ten in story, To beacon the free through the aurri- cane's roar. Black eagle of Russia! thy pride shall be lowered When the children of France shall ava

 ken again. And Austria siiaii cover again. as she

 covered, When the steed of the King qaeller tram

 pied her plain. So up to tue contest the foe is around

 you Do you feel not the foot of the King on

 your heart2 For the pigmes came on yot, when sum-

 bering, and bound you o, will ye not strike ere existence depart One blow, but one blow--for the long

 years of anguish For your children, your parents, yourowr

 honest fame Or will ye through ages of suiTerance Ian.

 guish, Slaves and towards in truth, although

 FreRchmen in name.