We can fight like our sires, who at Agincourt bled;
Their great deeds we’ll review,
And example pursue,
And prove we’ve the blood of the same race so true.
Determined to save what than life is more dear,
Our country, our laws, march each brave Volunteer.
Vain boasting Monsieur always lower’d his proud flag,
Whenever he met our bold tars on the sea;
And of conquest on shore let the Corsican brag;
Here the length of their graves their sole conquest shall be!