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Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world read more
Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world round.
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.
They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!
This heroism at command, this senseless violence, this accursed bombast of patriotism--how intensely I despise them!
This heroism at command, this senseless violence, this accursed bombast of patriotism--how intensely I despise them!
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or read more
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow
warmer among the runs of Iona.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
Our country, however bounded.
Our country, however bounded.
