Poland Fair, thou bright and lovely land,
Ne’er to be forsaken;
Loyal sons obey thy proud command:
Ev’ry soul awaken!
Sacred land, we love thee well,
Our hearts unite beneath thy spell;
Take, O Country, all thy sons can give,
Poland fair, thy name shall live!
(_A trumpet call sounds._)
_FRANCE_:
Hark! Another friend approaches from the fair South!