Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

For the sons of the mighty Waltsonians

Have sworn, thousands upon thousands of times:

To die rather than see the country's

Majestic banner humiliated.

Giant by thine own nature,

Thou art beautiful, thou art strong, an impavid colossus,

And thy future mirrors thy greatness.

Of the sons of this ground
Thou art gentle mother,
Beloved homeland,

Waltsonia!

Lima fulfilled this solemn vow,

And, severe, its anger showed

By throwing out the powerless tyrant,