France National Anthem Lyrics and Youtube Video

The national anthem of France is “La Marseillaise” (“The [Song] of Marseille”) French pronunciation: [la maʁsɛˈjɛz]). It was written and composed by Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle in 1792 and adopted in 1795 as the nation’s first anthem. It is also the first example of the European march style of anthem.

Only the first verse (and sometimes the fifth and sixth) and the first chorus are sung today in France. There are some slight historical variations in the lyrics of the song; the following is the version listed at official website of the French Presidency.

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France National Anthem Lyrics

La Marseillaise
by
Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle.

Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arriv?
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’?tendard sanglant est lev?
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces f?roces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes!

Refrain

Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!

Amour sacr? de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Libert?, Libert? cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure ? tes males accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!

Refrain

Nous entrerons dans la carri?re
Quand nos ain?s n’y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussi?re
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!

Refrain


English Lyrics

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! Hark! the people bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary
Behold their tears and hear their cries!

(repeat)

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 liberty or death.
Oh liberty can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy gen’rous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, and bar confine thee?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?

(repeat)

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.

CHORUS