"They come dear son, to take our land" - Revision 5
adveniunt ut agrōs rapiant, dīlecte, paternōs fīlī, iam in campōs agmina saeva adigunt. pugnēmus itaque et lapidēs hōs, arripiāmus rāmōs, extorta et corde ferōce valent! oscula dā mātrī; claustrumque impōnere longum dīc puerīs; et equās celsa ferant stabula! lūceat adsiduē fulvus (nam spēcula nostrīs cordibus ardēbit) igne micante focus!
They come dear son, to seize ancestral land; now drive their savage throngs towards our fields. And so let's fight, let's grasp these rocks, these boughs: when hurled with valorous heart they avail quite well for arms.
Kiss your mother, and tell the boys to put the long bolt on the door; to bring the mares to stables high, and to keep the hearth (for a glimmer of hope will continue to blaze in our hearts) lit with glittering fire.