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water. In the evening, our companions, after taking 

 a glass of something stimulating, struck up one of their 

 national songs, ♦which they sung with as much enthu- 

 siasm as we should our Hail Columbia! I joined them 

 in my heart, though incapable of partaking in the con- 

 cert with my voice. The air was somewhat slow, yet 

 bold and expressive; the words of the first stanza and 

 chorus, were as follows: 



^*Oid, mortales el grito sagrado, 

 Libertad, Libertad, Libertad, 

 Oid, el ruido de rotas cadenas 

 Ved en trono, a la noble igualdad; 

 Se levanta en la faz de la tierra, 

 Una nueva gloriosa nacion, 

 Coronada de su siende laureles, 

 Y a sus plantas, rendido un lion. 



CORO. 



Sean eternos los laureles. 

 Que supimas conseguir, 

 Coronados de gloria vivamos, 

 Ojuremos, con gloria morif." 



^ The following is a literal translation: 



|K Hear, O mortals! the sacred shouts. 



Of liberty, liberty, liberty; 



Hear the sound of broken chains, 



Behold equality enthroned; 



Behold in the face of day arising, 



A new and glorious nation. 



Her brows are crown*d with laurel, 



A vanquished lion at her feet. 

 Chorus. 



Be eternal the laurels 



We have dared to win; 



Crowned with glory let us live, 



Oy with glory, swear to die. 



