From port to port the summons flew,
Rang o’er our German wave,
The Oder on her harness drew,
The Elbe girt on her glaive;
Neckar and Weser swell the tide,
Main flashes to the sun,
Old feuds, old hates are dash’d aside,
All German men are one!
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Hurrah! Germania!
Swabian and Prussian, hand in hand,
North, South, one host, one vow!
“What is the German’s Fatherland?”
Who asks that question now?
One soul, one arm, one close-knit frame,
One will are we to-day;
Hurrah, Germania! thou proud dame,
Oh, glorious time, hurrah!
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Hurrah! Germania!
Germania now, let come what may,
Will stand unshook through all;
This is our country’s festal day;
Now woe betide thee, Gaul!
Woe worth the hour a robber thrust
Thy sword into thy hand!
A curse upon him that we must
Unsheathe our German brand!
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Hurrah! Germania!
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