I shall always recognise you
By the dreadful sword you hold,
As the earth, with searching
vision,
You survey, with spirit bold.
'Twas the Greeks of old whose dying
Brought to
birth our spirit free.
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, Oh
Liberty!
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, Liberty,
Now, with ancient
valour rising,
Let us hail you, Liberty!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco
