ANTHEM

CHORUS

Mexicans, when the war cry is heard,

Have sword and bridle ready.

Let the earth's foundations tremble

At the loud cannon's roar.

May the divine archangel crown your brow,

Oh fatherland, with an olive branch of peace,

For your eternal destiny has been written

In heaven by the finger of God.

But should a foreign enemy

Dare to profane your soil with his tread,

Know, beloved fatherland, that heaven gave you

A soldier in each of your sons.

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War, war without truce against who would attempt
to blemish the honor of the fatherland!
War, war! The patriotic banners
saturate in waves of blood.
War, war! On the mount, in the vale
The terrifying cannon thunder
and the echoes nobly resound
to the cries of union! liberty!

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Fatherland, before your children become unarmed
Beneath the yoke their necks in sway,
May your countryside be watered with blood,
On blood their feet trample.
And may your temples, palaces and towers
crumble in horrid crash,
and their ruins exist saying:
The fatherland was made of one thousand heroes here.

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Fatherland, oh fatherland, your sons vow

To give their last breath on your altars,

If the trumpet with its warlike sound

Calls them to valiant battle.

For you, the garlands of olive,

For them, a glorious memory.

For you, the victory laurels,

For them, an honoured tomb.

CHORUS