Brown Eyed Girl (Intro)

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La Marseillaise (France National Anthem)

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Here one of my favorites anthems, La Marseillaise. Happy Fête Nationale!

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Al-lons en-fan-ts de la Pa-tri-e

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Le jour de gloire est ar-ri-vé!

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Con-tre nous de la ty-ran-ni-e

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L'é-ten-dard san-glant est le-vé

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L'é-ten-dard__san-glant est le-vé

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En-ten-dez-vous dans nos cam-pag-nes

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Mu-gir ces fé-ro-ces sol-dats?

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Ils vien-nent jus-que dans vos bras

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É - gor-ger vos fils,__ vos com-pag-nes!

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Aux ar-mes ci-toy-ens

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For-mez vos ba-tail-lons

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Mar-chons, mar-chons

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Qu'un sang im-pur

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A - breu-ve nos sil-lons

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English version

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?

To arms, to arms, ye brave!

The avenging sword unsheath,

March on, march on!

All hearts resolv'd

On victory or death!

Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling

Which treacherous kings confederate raise!

The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,

And lo! our fields and cities blaze! (repeat) alt: And lo! our homes will soon invade!

And shall we basely view the ruin

While lawless force with guilty stride

Spreads desolation far and wide

With crimes and blood his hands embruing?

To arms, to arms, ye brave!...

With luxury and pride surrounded

The vile insatiate despots dare,

Their thirst of power and gold unbounded,

To mete and vend the light and air! (repeat)

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?

To arms, to arms, ye brave!...

O Liberty, can man resign thee

Once having felt thy generous flame?

Can dungeons, bolts or bars 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.

To arms, to arms, ye brave!...

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