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Crowns are ashake,

The princes and the Kings are bending low,

And, round the world,

Before the blast of Freedom, thrones are hurled:

The People are awake!

Over the Ark of Tyranny

The red flag flaunts abroad for all to see!

Whilst to the roll of drums

Swelling triumphantly, the glad cry comes:

The People shall be free!

In dungeons, men, long-bound for freedom's sake,

Forgotten of God, deep-frozen by despair,

Hear with surprise that clangorous fanfare:

The People are awake!

Our fathers heard the call,

When Liberty from her bonds like the angry sea,

Pouring mightily forth, slew tyranny,

And singing the Marseillaise, bade crowns to fall,

That all men should be free!

Men shall be slaves no more!

From sea to sea

That Word of hope unspeakable succour brings;

The day dawneth when there are no more Kings:

And the People, the People shall be free!