It's french empire anthem
https://youtu.be/1gC_152tUQo
hymning loud, our pathway makes,
While freedom guides our steps aright ;
From North to South the martial trumpet wakes
To sound the moment for the fight.
Tremble, ye enemies of France,
Kings who with blood have slaked your thirst !
The sovereign people see advance
To hurl ye to your grave accursed.
Come, brethren, the Republic calls ;
For her our hearts and lives we give ;
For her a Frenchman gladly falls,
For her alone he seeks to live.
A Mother
See, from your mother's eye no tear-drops flow,
Far from our hearts we banish fears ;
We triumph when in freedom's cause ye go,
Only for tyrant's eyes are tears.
Warriors, we gave you life, ‘t is true,
But yours no more the gift can be ;
Your lives are now your country's due,
She is your mother more than we.
Come, brethren, the Republic calls, etc.
Two Old Men
The old paternal sword becomes the brave,
Remember us 'mid battle's rage :
And let the blood of tyrant and of slave
Honour the weapon blessed by age.
Then to our humble cottage come ;
With wounds and glory as your prize :
When tyrants have received their doom,
Then, children, come to close our eyes.
Come, brethren, the Republic calls, etc.
A Child
We envy Viala's and Barra's lot ;
Victors were they, though doomed to bleed :
Weighed down by years, the coward liveth not ;
Who dies for freedom, lives indeed.
With you we would all dangers brave,
Lead us against our tyrants then :
None is a child except the slave,
While all repulicans are men.
Come, brethren, the Republic call, etc.
A Wife
Husbands, rejoicing, seek the plain of death,
As patterns for all warrior shine ;
Flowers will we pluck to make the victor's wreath,
Our hands the laurel crown will twine.
When, your blest manes to receive,
Fame shall her portals open fling,
Still in our songs your names shall live,
From us shall your avengers spring.
Come, brethren, the Republic calls, etc.
A Young Girl
We, who know nought of Hymen's gentle fire,
But sisters of your heroes are,
We bid you, citizens, if you desire
With us our destiny to share,
Radiant with liberty to come,
And glory purchased with your blood,
The joyful record bringing home
Of universal brotherhood.
Come, brethren, the Republic calls, etc.
Three Warriors
Here, before God, upon our swords we swear
To all who crown this life with joy,
To mothers, sisters, wives, and children dear,
The foul oppressor to destroy.
Into the black abyss of night
Hurled every guilty king shall be ;
France o'er the world shall spread the light
Of endless peace and liberty.
Come, brethren, the Republic calls
>>69901171
Some talk of Alexander and some of Hercules.
Of Hector and Lysander and such great names as these;
But of all the worlds great heroes there's none that can compare.
Sing tow,row,row,row,row,row to the British Grenadiers.
By far
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0p-egT5vek
>>69901371
Nice one, Germanbro.
https://youtu.be/wlogKJhiGOQ
A anti german song.
Strasbourg is a city in alsace-lorraine region
>>69901643
Elsas ist Deutsch desu.
But nice song desu.
>>69901572
https://youtu.be/BswuSIBpUAw
A anti-anglo one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fc-DgRO1SrQ
https://youtu.be/Q65KZIqay4E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhih9Pxkqpo
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DRtnWVvDX6k
>>69903760
>>69903760
Not bad That's sound so british, (like we imagine britain)
I've always really liked this Confederate folksong.
"I'll place my knapsack on my back
My rifle on my shoulder
I'll march away to the firing line
And kill that Yankee soldier
And kill that Yankee soldier
I'll march away to the firing line
And kill that Yankee soldier"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AO_vlmbd72o
