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Ye Sons Of France, Awake To Glory! Hark! Hark! What Myriads Bid You Rise!
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Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
-- Joseph Rouget de L'Isle (1760-1836)
-- The Marseilles Hymn
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Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
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