I swear by the holy Virgin,
I swear by her Son divine,
I swear by the throne of the Mighty,
I swear by the hope that is mine;
I swear by the youth and innocence,
By the beauty that has been,
I swear by the sacred ashes,
By the blood of the martyred queen.
That I will avenge the outrage,
So infamous, vile, and base,
The brutal and foul inhumanity,
That darkens my land with disgrace;
Or meet like a noble gentleman
The fate that my sovereign has met,
And die for my country's honour,
For my queen,—Marie Antoinette.