National Song

Rise, Magyar; 'tis the country's call!
The time has come, say one and all:
Shall we be slaves, shall we be free?
This is the question, now agree!
For by the Magyar's God above

We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke

No more to bear!

Alas! till now we were but slaves;
Our fathers resting in their graves
Sleep not in freedom's soil. In vain
They fought and died free homes to gain.
But by the Magyar's God above

We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke

No more to bear!

A miserable wretch is he

Who fears to die, my land, for thee!

His worthless life who thinks to be

Worth, more than thou, sweet liberty!
For by the Magyar's God above

We truly swear.
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke

No more to bear!

The sword is brighter than the chain,
Men cannot nobler gems attain:
And yet the chain we wore, oh, shame!
Unsheath the sword of ancient fame!
For by the Magyar's God above

We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke

Xo more to bear!

The Magyar's name will soon once more
Be honored as it was before!
The shame and dust of ages past
Our valor shall wipe out at last.
For by the Magyar's God above

W'e truly swear.
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke

Xo more to bear!

And where our graves in verdure rise
Our children's children to the skies
Shall speak the grateful joy they feel.
And bless our names the while they kneel-
For by the Magyar's God above

We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!