
Cuban
1818 – 1870
To arms, quickly, ye Bayamesans!
As the homeland looks proudly to you;
do not fear a glorious death,
For to die for the homeland is to live.
To live in shackles is to live
Mired in shame and disgrace,
Now hear the sound of the bugle;
Quickly, ye brave, to arms!
Fear not the vicious Iberians
They are cowards as is every tyrant
They cannot oppose spirited Cubans
Their empire has forever fallen.
Free Cuba! Spain has already died,
Their power and pride, where did it go?
Hear the sound of the bugle
Run, brave ones, to battle!
Behold our triumphant troops
Behold they that have fallen
As cowards they flee defeated:
We triumphed because of our bravery.
Free Cuba! we can shout
From the cannon’s terrible boom.
Hear the sound of the bugle,
Run, brave ones, to battle!