New-York tribune., 1870-08-19
LIE CHANT DU DEPART.

I'm the present European crisis prophets are
saying that History will repeat itself" Whether this
be 40 or not, time will tell. One of the grand indca
tons which the prophets point to is the fact that the
far famed MarseiIdise and the scarcely less famous
chant du Dpart are again the songs OF the French
people The first is well known I'm our English but not
so its brother reyolutionsts of 1874 named the
second
This song was composed by Marie Joseph Cbenier for
the Jete in celebration OF the fall Of the Base, l4th
Juy 1894 The recent victories of Hoche, and the en-
thusiasm OF the people inspiring him, he produced
lyric which awakes spirit OF patriotism in the breast OF
even an imperial campfolower. 1t is profaned and
prostituted to-day, RochefOrt remarks, by being
"Bonaparst and imperia;" tomorrow II may be as he
hopes Republican and sedtious."
subioned is a close translation by Mr. Joseph j. C.
Clarke which will doubtless be read with interest.
LIE CHANT DU DEPART.
DEPUTY.
Mid the loud strains OF victory foes confounded
From the north TO the south wars wild trumpet has
sounded,
To arms IT'S the hour of the fray.
SO tremble, We foes that are Frances.
Kings drunk upon blood, though ye rave,
The sovereign people advances;
Then tyrsnts descend to the grave
Chorus Of Warriors:
The Republic awakes in her spleudor,
she calls us to win, not To fly;
Frenchman should live to defend her,
For her should he Inaniully de
A MATROS.
From the eyes your mothers weeping shall shame ye
Far from he all dastardy fears;
For our country should triumph when batue-lnes
Let kings groan in sorrow and tears.
We filed you with life from our bosoms-
That life is no longer your own;
Your motherland asks ts day-blossoms,
Fore us she's your mother alone.
Chorus Of Motr0nS: The Republic, etc.
TWO OLD MEN
Be your fathers bright swords by the braves dyed scar
Think Of us but in wars bloody field
COnsecrate in the gore Of king or his varlet,
The steel that we bless you to WELD.
And back 10 our hearts bring in gladness
The scars and the tl1umphs you gain
To close our lone eyes without sadness
when tyrants are scattered and slain
Chorus Of old men: The Republic, etc.
Oh Barra! vialla! we envy your glory,
still victors, though breathless you lie;
For the coward lives not though with years he grow
Who fall for the people ne'er die
Brave boys, we would rival your deed-rol;
Rep%bisana smaG ali II sweii sef the sS bendfSo
While slaves are but infants mong men.
Chorus Of boys: The Republic, etc.
BRIDE.
To the fight, valiant husbands! Our feasts be each
Go, warriors worthy your vows
We shall wreathe you fair garlands; when cannons loud
Our hands shall enlaurel your hrows.
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The temple OF memory share,
Our songs shall your glories inherit.
Our IONS your avengers shall bear.
chorus Of cires: The Republic, etc
MAIDEN.
We, the sisters OF heroes, who ut Hymen's alta,
Have neer been In loving knot bound;
Let our soldiers not now In their duty path fater
III brides 'mong our ranks would be found.
But back let them come, brayely peerless
Respendent In Frcedoms full glow
And teach their blood can all fearless
For glorious Equality flow.
Chorus Of maidens: The Republic, etc.
THREE WARRIORS
Fore God do we swear, the blades OF our sabers
To fathers, 10 mothers, and wives
To sisters, and sons ne er 10 cease IN our labors
Till tyrants have ended their lives.
In all places, In darkness consuming
Shall plunge we base royalty face,
While France DER the world sheds the blooming
or liberty, honor and peace
General chorus: The Republic awskes In her splendor
She calls all 70 win, not " fly;
AFrcnchman should live 20 defend her
For hoe should he manfully die.