Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón;
y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

Mexicans, at the cry of battle
Prepare your swords and bridle;
And let the earth tremble at its center
At the roar of the cannon.
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But should a foreign enemy dare
To Profane your land with his sole,
Think, beloved fatherland, that Heaven
Gave you a soldier in each son.