Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal br Like those champions devoted and brave, br When they plunged in the tyrant their steel, br And to Athens deliverance gave. br br Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam br In the joy breathing isles of the blest; br Where the mighty of old have their home - br Where Achilles and Diomed rest. br br In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine, br Like Harmodious, the gallant and good, br When he made at the tutelar shrine br A libation of Tyranny's blood.