We Knew Thee Of Old,


Oh, Divinely Restored,


By The Lights Of Thine Eyes


And The Light Of Thy Sword


From The Graves Of Our Slain


Shall Thy Valour Prevail


As We Greet Thee Again-


Hail, Liberty! Hail!


Long Time Didst Thou Dwell


Mid The Peoples That Mourn,


Awaiting Some Voice


That Should Bid Thee Return.


Ah, Slow Broke That Day


And No Man Dared Call,


For The Shadow Of Tyranny


Lay Over All:


And We Saw Thee Sad-eyed,


The Tears On Thy Cheeks


While Thy Raiment Was Dyed


In The Blood Of The Greeks.


Yet, Behold Now Thy Sons


With Impetuous Breath


Go Forth To The Fight


Seeking Freedom Or Death.


From The Graves Of Our Slain


Shall Thy Valour Prevail


As We Greet Thee Again-


Hail, Liberty! Hail!


Sent By Carlos André Pereira Da Silva Branco