God Save the South
God Save the South è un brano scritto dallo statunitense George Henry Miles, sotto lo pseudonimo di Earnest Halphin, nel 1861.
| God Save the South inno nazionale confederato | |
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| Nazione | .svg){kind=small} Stati Confederati d'America
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| Lingue | inglese |
| Componimento poetico | |
| Autore | Earnest Halphin |
| Epoca | 1861 |
| Composizione musicale | |
| Autore | Charles W. A. Ellerbrock |
| Epoca | 1861 |
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È considerato da alcuni l’inno nazionale de facto degli Stati Confederati d'America.
La versione più nota è stata composta da Charles W. A. Ellerbrock, mentre C. T. De Cœniél ha composto in un secondo momento una melodia alternativa per la canzone.[1]
Testo
modificaIn inglese (originale)
modifica- I.
- God save the South, God save the South,
- Her altars and firesides, God save the South!
- Now that the war is nigh, now that we arm to die,
- Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
- Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
- II.
- God be our shield, at home or afield,
- Stretch Thine arm over us, strengthen and save.
- What tho' they're three to one, forward each sire and son,
- Strike till the war is won, strike to the grave!
- Strike till the war is won, strike to the grave!
- III.
- God made the right stronger than might,
- Millions would trample us down in their pride.
- Lay Thou their legions low, roll back the ruthless foe,
- Let the proud spoiler know God's on our side.
- Let the proud spoiler know God's on our side.
- IV.
- Hark honor's call, summoning all.
- Summoning all of us unto the strife.
- Sons of the South, awake! Strike till the brand shall break,
- Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life!
- Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life!
- V.
- Rebels before, our fathers of yore.
- Rebel's the righteous name Washington bore.
- Why, then, be ours the same, the name that he snatched from shame,
- Making it first in fame, foremost in war.
- Making it first in fame, foremost in war.
- VI.
- War to the hilt, theirs be the guilt,
- Who fetter the free man to ransom the slave.
- Up then, and undismay'd, sheathe not the battle blade,
- Till the last foe is laid low in the grave!
- Till the last foe is laid low in the grave!
- VII.
- God save the South, God save the South,
- Dry the dim eyes that now follow our path.
- Still let the light feet rove safe through the orange grove,
- Still keep the land we love safe from Thy wrath.
- Still keep the land we love safe from Thy wrath.
- VIII.
- God save the South, God save the South,
- Her altars and firesides, God save the South!
- For the great war is nigh, and we will win or die,
- Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
- Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
