To Greece We Give Our Shining Blades

The sky is bright; the breeze is fair,

And the mainsail flowing, full and free

Our parting word is woman's pray'r,

And the hope before us? Liberty!

Farewell, farewell.

To Greece we give our shining blades,

And our hearts to you. young Zean Maids!

The moon is in the heavens above,

And the wind is on the foaming sea?

Thus shines the star of woman's love

On the glorious strife of Liberty!

Farewell, farewell.

To Greece we give our shining blades,

And our hearts to you, young Zean Maids!