A New Song

Whilst sycophantic trembling slaves To despots bend the knee, Fair Gallia ev'ry danger braves, Determin'd to be free. With eager joy, her sons we meet, To take them by the hand; For Freedom's sons, in ev'ry clime, Will by each other stand.

With smiles by some you'll be receiv'd, Whilst in prosperity; But gallant friends! be not deceiv'd By foul hypocrisy. Trust none but those who've steadily Held forth a friendly hand; Such men (let fortune smile or frown) Will by each other stand.

What! tho' oppression's imps may join Your freedom to annoy; What! tho' tyrannic friends combine That freedom to destroy: Yet shall celestial Liberty Conduct you by the hand, And Democratic Citizens Will by each other stand.

Against those execrable foes Destruction shall be hurl'd; And may your salutary blows Regenerate the world; Then shall our two Republics firm, United hand in hand, Progress towards eternity, And by each other stand.

Your efforts crown'd with victory, Despots are trembling seen! And may each tyrant speedily Obtain a guillotine; Then shall fair Peace, with Liberty, Close joining hand in hand, Succeed to war, and discord fell, And by each other stand.