Italians, hold! Rienzi pleads again

Against the Tyrants: hold if ye be men!

Let not the foe despoil your fertile lands

Or wrest historic treasures from your hands!

Guard well your daughters! Shield your budding sons!

Lest they be maimed or murdered by the Huns.

Soldiers of Italy, would ye be slaves

To Teuton hordes? Behold the sacred graves

Of Garibaldi and your martyred dead

Who made ye Freemen! Wouldst be slaves instead?

The Alpine Passes that were yours are lost;

Your Northern Rivers have been reached and crossed;

Hold, Romans, hold! Halt further Teuton gains,

And drive their looting legions from your plains!

Hold! Men of Italy! Your wall of steel

Can save fair Venice from the Despot's heel:

Hold! Every man! for Honor, Country, Home—

And for the Glory of Eternal Rome!