向统帅致敬
外观
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《向统帅致敬》(Hail to the Chief)是美国总统的官方进行曲。
" is the official anthem of the President of the United States. The song accompanies the President at almost every public appearance. The U.S. Department of Defense made "Hail to the Chief" the official music to announce the President of the United States in 1954. The song is preceded by four ruffles and flourishes when played for the President.
简介
此曲常见于有美国总统出席的各种场合,从1954年开始,美国国防部确立其官方地位。
词曲
词作者阿尔伯特·甘姆斯(Albert Gamse);曲作者詹姆士·山德森(James Sanderson):
- Hail to the Chief we have chosen for the nation,
- Hail to the Chief! We salute him, one and all.
- Hail to the Chief, as we pledge cooperation
- In proud fulfillment of a great, noble call.
- Yours is the aim to make this grand country grander,
- This you will do, that's our strong, firm belief.
- Hail to the one we selected as commander,
- Hail to the President! Hail to the Chief!
The original lyrics, written by Sir Walter Scott, read:
- Hail to the chief, who in triumph advances,
- Honored and bless'd be the evergreen pine!
- Long may the tree in his banner that glances,
- Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line.
- Heav'n send it happy dew,
- Earth lend it sap anew,
- Gaily to bourgeon and broadly to grow;
- While ev'ry highland glen,
- Sends our shout back again,
- "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! i-e-roe!"
- Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,
- Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade;
- When the whirlwind has stripp'd ev'ry leaf on the mountain,
- The more shall Clan Alpine exult in her shade.
- Moor'd in the lifted rock,
- Proof to the tempest shock,
- Firmer he roots him, the ruder it blow;
- Menteith and Breadalbane, then,
- Echo his praise again,
- "Roderigh Vich alpine dhu, ho! i-e-roe!"
- Row, vassals, row for the pride of the Highlands!
- Stretch to your oars for the evergreen pine!
- Oh, that the rosebud that graces yon islands,
- Were wreath'd in a garland around him to twine!
- O, that some seedling gem,
- Worthy such noble stem,
- Honor'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow!
- Loud should Clan Alpine then,
- Ring from her deepmost glen,
- "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! i-e-roe!"