Ye sons of France, awake to glory,Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise!Your children, wives and white-haired grandsires.Behold their tears and hear their cries! (repeat)Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,Affright and desolate the land,While peace and liberty lie bleeding?βεντούζα στους φιλοβασιλικούς