American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming read more

American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming . . . these are the fires of
God you've come to. . . . Into the crucible with you all. God is
making the American.

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I
keep step to the music read more

We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I
keep step to the music of the Union.

Who would not be that youth? What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our read more

Who would not be that youth? What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!

Applaud friends, the comedy is over.

Applaud friends, the comedy is over.

Let me think... I wonder if an anvil will drop like an apple?

Let me think... I wonder if an anvil will drop like an apple?

Father of his country.
[Lat., Pater pariae.]

Father of his country.
[Lat., Pater pariae.]

Shoot Walter! Shoot like it was the devil.

Shoot Walter! Shoot like it was the devil.

There are many different voice and languages; but there is but
one voice of the peoples when you are read more

There are many different voice and languages; but there is but
one voice of the peoples when you are declared to be the true
"Father of your country."
[Lat., Vox diversa sonat: populorum est vox tamen una,
Cum verus Patriae diceris esse Pater.]