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 THE WORKERS' MARSEILLAISE Ye sons of toil, awake to glory!
 * Hark, hark, what myriads bid you rise;

Your children, wives and grandsires hoary—
 * Behold their tears and hear their cries!
 * Behold their tears and hear their cries!

Shall hateful tyrants mischief breeding,
 * With hireling hosts, a ruffian band—
 * Affright and desolate the land,

While peace and liberty lie bleeding? CHORUS: To arms! to arms! ye brave!
 * Th' avenging sword unsheathe!

March on, march on, all hearts resolved
 * On Victory or Death.

With luxury and pride surrounded,
 * The vile, insatiate despots dare,

Their thirst for gold and power unbounded
 * To mete and vend the light and air,
 * To mete and vend the light and air,

Like beasts of burden, would they load us,
 * Like gods would bid their slaves adore,
 * But Man is Man, and who is more?

Then shall they longer lash and goad us?

O, Liberty! can man resign thee?
 * Once having felt thy generous flame,

Can dungeon's bolts and bars confine thee?
 * Our whips, thy noble spirit tame?
 * Our whips, thy noble spirit tame?

Too long the world has wept bewailing,
 * That Falsehood's dagger tyrants wield;
 * But Freedom is our sword and shield;

And all their arts are unavailing!  10