THE WOMEN'S MARSEILLAISE Words, F. E. M. Macaulay, 1909. Music, Rouget Delisle, 1792.
1. Arise, ye daughters of a land That vaunts its liberty! Make restless rulers understand That women must be free, That women will be free. Hark! Hark! The trumpet's calling! Who'd be a laggard in the fight? With victory even now in sight, And stubborn foemen backward falling.
CHORUS: To freedom's cause till death We swear our fealty March on! March on! Face to the dawn, The dawn of liberty.
2. Arise! Though pain or loss betide, Grudge naught of freedom's toll. For what they loved the martyrs died; Are we of meaner soul? Are we of meaner soul? Our comrades, greatly daring, Through prison bars have led the way: Who would not follow to the fray, Their glorious struggle proudly sharing?
[However, this is a "limited preview" book and I wasn't able to see page 171, so I don't know whether there are additional verses.]