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  • L'Addio del Volontario (The Volunteer's Farewell)
    Florence (Tuscany)

    Addio, mia bella, addio,
    L'armata se ne va,
    Se non partissi anch'io,
    Sarebbe una viltà.

    Il sacco e le pistole,
    Lo schioppo io l'ho con me:
    Allo spuntar del sole
    Io partirò da te.

    Asciuga o bella il ciglio,
    Sol dei codardi è il duol,
    Chi dell'Italia è figlio
    Muora pel patrio suol.

    Non è fraterna guerra,
    La guerra ch'io farò
    Dall'italiana terra
    L'estraneo scaccerò

    Non pianger, mio tesoro,
    Forse ritornerò,
    E se in battaglia moro,
    In ciel ti rivedrò.

    Alla mia tomba appresso,
    La gloria sederà,
    E invece del cipresso,
    Un fior vi spunterà.

    Quel fiore, idolo amato,
    I tre colori avrà,
    Bacialo e di ch'è nato
    In suol di libertà!

    Si stracci il giallo e nero,
    Simbolo del dolor,
    E l'Italiano altero
    Inalzi il tricolor!

    Farewell, my love, I leave thee,
    Our fleet must now depart;
    Should I not go, believe me,
    'T would show a coward heart.

    My sack and my good pistols
    And gun I take with me,
    And at the dawn of morning
    I must depart from thee.

    Then dry thy tears, my darling,
    Grief is the coward's ples;
    To die is only duty
    For sons of Italy.

    It is no civil warfare
    I go forth to maintain,
    It is to drive the alien1
    From soil which now they stain.

    Then do not weep thus vainly,
    I may return, my love,
    But if I'm slain in battle,
    We'll meet in heav'n above.

    And Fame will there be seated
    Upon my glorious tomb,
    And stead of mournful cypress,
    A flower there will bloom.

    This flow'r, my well-beloved,
    Will bear the colors three;
    Embrace it, for 't will spring from
    A soil that will be free!

    We'll rend the black and yellow,2
    Symbol of grief and dread,
    Then raise we, proud Italians,
    The green and white and red!3

    1 The Austrians       2 The Austrian colors       3 The Italian colors

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    Marzo, Eduardo. Songs of Italy; sixty-five Tuscan, Florentine, Lombardian and other Italian folk- and popular songs. New York: G. Schirmer, 1904. 50


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