请听一个游子的呼吁ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
你是我的母亲州ˇ我愿跪在你面前ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
不论是生是死ˇ是祸是福ˇ
愿你ˇ出举世无双的勇士本色ˇ
给你美丽的肢体披上盔甲。
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!

你不会含屈忍辱畏缩不前ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
你闪光的剑决不会生锈ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
记住卡罗尔神圣的嘱托ˇ
记住霍华德勇武的一戳ˇ
记住所有爲正义躺下的人ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!

来呀!这是血红的黎明ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
披上你的盔甲来ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
带着林戈尔德的斗争精神来ˇ
带着蒙特雷沃森洒下的血来ˇ
带上无畏的洛和勇敢的梅来ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!

亲爱的母亲ˇ挣开暴君的锁链ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
愿维吉尼亚的呼喊没白费ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
她会在平原上和姐妹ˇ会ˇ
是那自豪的迭句“Sic temper”ˇ
立即阻止了走狗ˇ前ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!

来呀ˇ你的盾又亮又坚ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
来呀!浪费时间就坏了你的事ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
来到你自己的英雄群衆里ˇ
与自由一起阔步ˇ前ˇ
并唱起你英勇的战歌ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!

我看到你两颊绯红ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
但你虽一ˇ温和却很勇敢ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
听呀ˇ山山水水
都发出了尖厉的ˇ群埃ˇbr> 喊声从波托马克传到了切萨皮克ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!

你不会让野蛮人随意破坏ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
你不会屈从他的控制ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
宁可让烈火烧毁房屋ˇ
宁可让枪击ˇ刀劈ˇ箭戳ˇ
也不让灵魂被钉在十字架上ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!

我听到远处的雷鸣声ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
我听到“老队伍的”军号和军乐ˇ
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰!
她没有死ˇ不聋也不哑ˇ
万岁ˇ她一脚踢开了北方流氓ˇ
她在呼气ˇ她怒火中烧ˇ她就来了
她就来了!
马里兰ˇ我的马里兰。

The despot's heel is on thy shore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Avenge the patriotic gore
That flecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle queen of yore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
　

Hark to an exiled son's appeal,
Maryland, my Maryland!
My mother state, to thee I kneel,
Maryland, my Maryland!
For life or death, for woe or weal,
Thy peerless chivalry reveal,
And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel,
Maryland, my Maryland!
　

Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Thy beaming sword shall never rust,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Remember Carroll's sacred trust,
Remember Howard's warlike thrust,
And all thy slumberers with the just,
Maryland, my Maryland!
　

Come! "Tis the red dawn of the day,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come with thy panoplied array,
Maryland, my Maryland!
With Ringgold's spirit for the fray,
With Watson's blood at Monterey,
With fearless Lowe and dashing May,
Maryland, my Maryland!
　

Dear mother, burst the tyrant’s chain,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Virginia should not call in vain,
Maryland, my Maryland!
She meets her sisters on the plain
"Sic temper," ‘tis the proud refrain
That baffles minion’s back amain,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Come! for thy shield is bright and strong,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come to thine own heroic throng,
Stalking with liberty along,
And chant thy dauntless slogan-song,
Maryland, my Maryland!

I see the blush upon thy cheek,
Maryland, my Maryland!
But thou wast ever bravely meek,
Maryland, my Maryland!
But lo! there surges forth a shriek,
From hill to hill, from creek to creek,
Potomac calls to Chesapeake,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Thou wilt not crook to his control,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Better the fire upon the roll,
Better the shot, the blade, the bowl,
Than crucifixion of the soul,
Maryland, my Maryland!

I hear the distant thunder-hum,
Maryland, my Maryland!
The "Old Line's" bugle, fife and drum,
Maryland, my Maryland!
She is not dead, nor deaf nor dumb,
Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum--
She breathes! She burns! She'll come! She'll come!
Maryland, my Maryland!