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Translation of The Famous Greek War Song

By
Lord Byron
1811


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Sons of the Greeks, arise !

The glorious hour's gone forth,

And, worthy of such ties,

Display who gave us birth.
 

CHORUS

Sons of Greeks !    let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.
 

Then manfully despising

The Turkish tyrant's yoke,

Let your country see you rising,

And all her chains are broke.

Brave shades of chiefs and sages,

Behold the coming strife !

Hellénes of past ages,

Oh, start again to life !

At the sound of my trumpet, breaking

Your sleep, oh, join with me !

And the seven-hill'd city seeking,

Fight, conquer, till we're free.
 

CHORUS

Sons of Greeks !    let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.
 

Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers

Lethargic dost thou lie ?

Awake and join thy numbers

With Athens, old ally !

Leonidas recalling

That chief of ancient song,

Who saved ye once from falling,

The terrible    the strong !

Who made that bold diversion

In old Thermopylæ,

And warring with the Persian

To keep his country free;

With his three hundred waging

The battle, long he stood,

And like a lion raging,

Expired in seas of blood.
 

CHORUS

Sons of Greeks !    let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.
 

&/\&/\&

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