Cameroon National Anthem : Ô Cameroun, Berceau de nos Ancêtres

 1. Ô Cameroun berceau de nos ancêtres,Va, debout et jaloux de ta liberté.
Comme un soleil ton drapeau fier doit être,
Un symbole ardent de foi et d’unité,
Que tous tes enfants du Nord et Sud,
De l’Est à l’Ouest soient tout amour!
Te servir que ce soit le seul but
Pour remplir leur devoir toujour.

CHORUS:
Chère Patrie, terre chérie,
Tu es notre seul et vrai bonheur.
Notre joie, notre vie,
A toi l’amour et le grand honneur.

2. Tu es la tombe où dorment nos pères,
Le jardin que nos aïeux ont cultivé.
Nous travaillons pour te rendre prospère,
Un beau jour enfin nous serons arrivés.
De l’Afrique sois fidèle enfant
Et progresse toujours en paix,
Espérant que tes jeunes enfants
T’aimeront sans bornes à jamais.

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 1. O Cameroon cradle of our ancestors,Go, stand and jealous of your freedom.
As the sun, your flag should also be proud,
A symbol of ardent faith and unity,
May all your children, North and South
From East to West, are all love!
May they serve you as their sole purpose
To fulfill their duty forever.

CHORUS:
Dear Fatherland, dear land,
You are our only true happiness.
Our joy, our life
To you, love and honor.

2. Thou art the grave where our fathers sleep,
The garden that our ancestors have cultivated.
We work to make you prosperous
One day we finally arrived.
Africa’s children be faithful
And still progressing in peace
Hoping that your children
Boundless love you forever.

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 1. O Cameroon, thou cradle of our fathers,Holy Shrine where in our midst they now repose,
Their tears and blood and sweat thy soil did water,
On thy hills and valleys once their tillage rose.
Dear Fatherland, thy worth no tongue can tell!
How can we ever pay thy due?
Thy welfare we will win in toil and love and peace,
Will be to thy name ever true!

CHORUS:
Land of Promise, land of Glory!
Thou, of life and joy, our only store!
Thine be honour, thine devotion,
And deep endearment, for evermore.

2. From Shari, from where the Mungo meanders
From along the banks of lowly Boumba Stream,
Muster thy sons in union close around thee,
Mighty as the Buea Mountain be their team;
Instil in them the love of gentle ways,
Regret for errors of the past;
Foster, for Mother Africa, a loyalty
That true shall remain to the last.

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