Curse it and crush it and blast it forever!
Down with the ensign of tyrannous Spain!
Up with the beacon of Freedom's endeavor!
Up with the flag of free Cuba again!
Banneret starry-gemmed,
What though thy course be stemmed?
Ne'er shall the foeman exult in thy fall,
Driven to mountain rock,
Rent by the battle shock,
Yara's bright flag, thou shalt conquer them all.

Banner all sacred, the hands that unfold thee
Blazon the emblem of God to the air.
Forth from the mountains he giveth to hold thee,
Forth in thy glory defiantly flare.
Thence in thy wrath to leap
Down with a whirlwind sweep,
Down through savanna and desolate vale,
Down to the city's walls,
Down to Belshazzar's halls,
Demons may strive, but the right shall prevail.

Demons? Ah, yes; lo! a myriad voices
Start into being and echo the word.
Hark, in his work how the hireling rejoices,
Lust in his heart and disgrace on his sword.
These are the deeds of Spain:
Innocent children slain,
Women borne off with a wail of despair,
Prisoners vilely torn,
Blinded, and left forlorn.
Down with the fiends to the Devil's own lair!