For our cause is the Union’s, our time is to-day!
If the power of the Northland triumphant would be,
It must rise like the tempest, and surge like the sea.
’Tis a cause—’tis a cause that makes heroes of all;
For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall!
’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world,
That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled!
And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains,
And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains,
And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek,