Original lyrics
ENNow's the day, now's the hour,
See the front of battle lour,
See approach proud black foe's power:
Chains and slavery!
What will be a traitor knave?
Who can fill a coward's grave?
He who's base as be a slave:
Let him turn and flee!
What for our land, king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw;
Free man stand, free man fall:
Let him on with me.
By oppressions, woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free.
They shall be free…
Lay the proud usurpers low;
Tyrants fall in every foe,
Liberty's in every blow…
Let us do or die…
