Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
We are many and they are few.
We are many - they are few.

What is Freedom?—you can tell
That which slavery is, too well—
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.

It is to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrants’ use to dwell,

And to be for them made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defense and nourishment.

Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
We are many and they are few.
We are many - they are few.