Sons of the Greeks, arise! <br />The glorious hour's gone forth, <br />And, worthy of such ties, <br />Display who gave us birth. <br /> <br />CHORUS. <br />Sons of Greeks! let us go <br />In arms against the foe, <br />Till their hated blood shall flow <br />In a river past our feet. <br /> <br />Then manfully despising <br />The Turkish tyrant's yoke, <br />Let your country see you rising, <br />And all her chains are broke. <br />Brave shades of chiefs and sages, <br />Behold the coming strife! <br />Hellenes of past ages, <br />Oh, start again to life! <br />At the sound of my trumpet, breaking <br />Your sleep, oh, loin with me! <br />And the seven-hill'd city seeking, <br />Fight, conquer, till we're free. <br /> <br />Sons of Greeks, &c. <br /> <br />Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers <br />Lethargic dolt thou lie? <br />Awake, and join thy numbers <br />With Athens, old ally! <br />Leonidas recalling, <br />That chief of ancient song, <br />Who saved ye once from falling, <br />The terrible! the strong! <br />Who made that bold diversion <br />In old Thermopylæ <br />And warring with the Persian <br />To keep his country free; <br />With his three hundred waging <br />The battle, long he stood, <br />And like a lion raging, <br />Expired in seas of blood. <br />Sons of Greeks, &c.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/translation-of-the-famous-greek-war-song/
