La Marseillaise lyrics: Sing to show solidarity during England vs France

French fans on the pitch at Stade de France.
French fans on the pitch at Stade de France.

England supporters are being encouraged to sing La Marseillaise in an act of solidarity with French fans during tonight’s match at Wembley.

Videos surfaced of fans singing the song while exiting the Stade de France after Friday evening’s terror attack.
The FA will encourage supporters to join in with French supporters singing the song, and will display the words on the big screens.

Malcolm Clarke, chairman of the Football Supporters’ Federation, backed the idea: "I think it just shows solidarity with the French. I don't think anything like this has ever been done before. We will all have to polish up our French pronunciation."

England manager Roy Hodgson said: “I’m sure the England team and our fans will play their part and show solidarity with our French friends on Tuesday evening and provide support for both teams during this difficult time.”

La Marseillaise was written in 1792 by Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle after the declaration of war by France against Austria.

The French National Convention adopted it as the Republic’s anthem in 1795. It acquired its nickname after being sung in Paris by volunteers from Marseille marching on the capital.

If you’re going to the match, or wish to join in at home, we’ve listed the lyrics below.

La Marseillaise

Allons enfants de la Patrie,

Le jour de gloire est arrive!

Contre nous de la tyrannie,

L'etendard sanglant est leve (repeat)

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes

Mugir ces feroces soldats?

Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras

Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes!


Aux armes, citoyens,

Formez vos bataillons,

Marchons, marchons,

Qu'un sang impur

Abreuve nos sillons (repeat)


Arise, children of the Fatherland,

The day of glory has arrived!

Against us tyranny's

Bloody banner is raised

Do you hear, in the countryside,

The roar of those ferocious soldiers?

They're coming right into your arms

To cut the throats of your sons, your women!


To arms, citizens,

Form your battalions,

Let's march, let's march,

Let an impure blood

Water our furrows.