Translation of the Famous Greek War Song, "δεῦτε παῖδεσ τῶν ἑλλήνων"
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 goIn arms against the foe,Till their hated blood shall flowIn a river past our feet.
Then manfully despisingThe 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, breakingYour sleep, oh, join with me!And the seven-hilled city seeking,Fight, conquer, till we're free.
Sons of Greeks, etc.
Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbersLethargic dost thou lie?Awake, and join thy numbersWith Athens, old ally!Leonidas recalling,That chief of ancient song,Who saved ye once from falling,The terrible! the strong!Who made that bold diversionIn old Thermopylæ,And warring with the PersianTo keep his country free;With his three hundred wagingThe battle, long he stood,And like a lion raging,Expired in seas of blood.
Sons of Greeks, etc.
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