Luigi Mercantini, translation anonymous

“ Arise with your sabres, down with our enemies,
Arise in your glory, Italians arise
Depart from our borders, depart from our shore
Depart all ye strangers, return never more.
Our home-land so famous for poetry and singing,
Return to the days when the sabres were ringing,
Our hands that are bound with fetters so sore,
When loosened will brandish our swords once more
No fetters nor thongs will Italy endure from the strangers
Who wantonly came to our shore.
No longer will Italy be bound by the tyrants who for many
long years they have kept us their slaves. ”