Funny, I was under the impression that the War of 1812 was a draw. As for that “Land of the Free” bit, there’s a line later on that actually taunts the British for using radical cases of conscription:
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
Longest and most boring: Peru
This thing just keeps going on and on…slams Spain, too!
Chorus
We are free, may we always be so,
and let the sun rather deny its light
Than that we should be absent to the solemn vote
that elevated the motherland to Eternity.
I
For a long time the oppressed Peruvian
dragged the ominous chain;
sentenced to a cruel servitude
for a long time in silence he moaned.
But as soon as the sacred yell of
“Liberty!” was heard on its coasts,
he shook off the indolence of slavery,
he raised the humiliated neck.
II
Now the roar of rough chains
that we had heard for three centuries of horror
from the freed, at the sacred yell
that the world heard astonished, stopped.
Everywhere the inflamed San Martín
“Liberty”, “Liberty” pronounced;
and the Andes, rocking their base,
announced it as well, in unison.
III
With its influx the peoples woke up,
and like lighting ran the opinion;
from the Isthmus to Tierra del Fuego,
and from Tierra del Fuego to the icy region.
Everyone vowed to break the link
that Nature denied to both worlds,
and break the sceptre that Spain
had reclined, proud, on both.
IV
Lima fulfilled this solemn vow,
and, severe, her anger showed
by throwing out the powerless tyrant,
who had been trying to extend his oppression.
To join her effort jumped in the crickets,
and the furrows that she had repaired in herself
stirred up her hatred and vengeance,
inherited from her Inca and Lord.
V
Countrymen, may we see her a slave no more.
If for three centuries she moaned, humiliated,
forever may we vow that she be free,
maintaining her own splendor.
Our arms, until today unarmed,
be they always readying the cannon,
that some day the beaches of Iberia
will feel the horror of its roar.
VI
May we excite the jealously of Spain
since it has a premonition, with want and furor,
that in a contest of great nations
our country will enter in comparison.
On the list formed by these
we shall fill the line first,
ahead of the ambitious Iberian tyrant,
who devastated all of America.
VII
On its summit may the Andes sustain
the two-color flag or standard,
may it announce to the centuries the effort
that gave us being free forever.
Under its shadow may we live calmly
and, at the sun’s birth over its summits,
may we renew the great oath
we rendered to the God of Jacob.
The “hireling” probably refers to mercenaries. And in the middle of battle how do you distinguish between the impressed and others? In any case, the death of the impressed would ultimately be the responsibility of the British.
End of chorus of Marseillaise: “May tainted blood / Water our fields!” Rather bloodthirsty, don’t you think? Can that be an unalloyed good? Especially when the bloodshed of the Revolution went beyond the nobles and caught up with people like Robespierre. I have a feeling that you’d object to those lines if they were in the US anthem.
Thanks, Polycarp. That song is now stuck in my brain for the whole weekend. (For the uninitiated, it has an earworm factor only a little less than Disney’s “Small Small World”.)
The people’s flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyr’d dead
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts’ blood dyed its ev’ry fold.
*Then raise the scarlet standard high,
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here. *
Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow’s vaults its hymns are sung,
Chicago swells the surging throng.
With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall.
Come dungeon dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.
Is Maryland a Red state by any chance? If it is you might not want to sing it too loudly.
I’m rather partial to Britain’s alternative anthem: Land of Hope and Glory. But there’s nothing wrong with God Save The Queen: the vast majority of Brits are theists, and the vast majority of Brits favour Queen Elizabeth. Now, when Charles ascends the throne…
There are only four national anthems anyway: God bless the King of Freedonia; How beautiful are the hills and forests of Freedonia; People of Freedonia, take your place among the nations of the world; and Arise, downtrodden workers of Freedonia and throw off your shackles.
I think the words to the Oz anthem are bloody good (though you are right about the Gilligan’s Island theme tune!) it sounds upbeat and hopeful and full of “new world” vigour and zest. When New Zealand decided on an anthem it decided to do without vigour and zest and went with making an anthem that makes “God save the Queen” sound uplifting.
I present the Godly dirge that represents NZ.
New Zealand
English:
God of nations! at Thy feet
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our Free Land.
Guard Pacific’s triple star,
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand
Men of ev’ry creed and race
Gather here before Thy face,
Asking Thee to bless this place,
God defend our Free Land.
From dissension, envy, hate,
And corruption guard our State,
Make our country good and great,
God defend New Zealand.
(I shall spare you several verses but this next one is amusing)
Guide her in the nations’ van,
Preaching love and truth to man,
Working out Thy Glorious plan,
God defend New Zealand. …
I never realised God knew his vehicles, let alone spared the time to give NZ a van! Though it does sound like NZ was a travelling preacher so a van was probably a good thing.
The saving grace for NZ is that we always use both the English and Maori versions
Maori Words
E Ihoa Atua,
O nga Iwi Matoura,
Ata whaka rongona;
Me aroha noa.
Kia hua ko te pai;
Kia tau to atawhai;
Manaakitia mai
Aotearoa
Because I am completely immature, it always makes me giggle that “Ata whaka” is prounounced (almost) utter fucker. The only redeeming feature in a dreadful dirge.
Is it any wonder we always do the Haka after the anthem! We need something to inspire us after that!
That’s more of an English than a British one, I thinkt. I like Jerusalem for another English alternative. It’s a nice tune.
I can’t stand the de facto Scottish anthem, Flower of Scotland, another dirge, with trite lyrics and worst of all one that appears to be impossible to play on bagpipes at sporting events.