作曲 : Rouget de L'Isle
 Virginia hears the dreadful summons
 Sounding hoarsly from afar
 On her sons she calls and calmly
 Bids them now, " Prepare for war!"
 Bids them now, " Prepare for war!"
 With manly hearts and hands to aid her
 She cares not how her foemen swarm
 She bares her bosom to the storm
 While she laughs to scorn the proud invader
 To arms! brothers dear!
 Gird on the trenchaat brand!
 Strike home! Strike home!
 No craven fear! For home and native land!
 Strike home! Strike Home!
 No craven fear! For home and native land!
 Shall the sons of old Viriginia
 Prove unworthy of their sires?
 No! They'll show the haughty foeman
 That in fight, she never tires
 With fav'ring Heaven to befriend her
 To whom alone she bends the knee
 'Till every foot of soil ist free
 She her sacred cause will ne'er surrender
 She her sacred cause will ne'er surrender
 To arms! brothers dear!
 Gird on the trenchaat brand!
 Strike home! Strike home!
 No craven fear! For home and native land!
 Strike home! Strike Home!
 No craven fear! For home and native land!