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.

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?

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Ole times dar am not forgotten,
Look-a-way! Look-a-way! read more

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Ole times dar am not forgotten,
Look-a-way! Look-a-way! Look-a-way, Dixie Land!
. . . .
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
To lib and die in Dixie.

From distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come,
Though not with much eclat or beat of drum;
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From distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come,
Though not with much eclat or beat of drum;
True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.
No private views disgraced our generous zeal,
What urged our travels was our country's weal.

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it.

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it.

A healthy nation is as unconscious of its nationality as a
healthy man of his bones. But if you read more

A healthy nation is as unconscious of its nationality as a
healthy man of his bones. But if you break a nation's
nationality it will think of nothing else but getting it set
again.

I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me
liberty, or give me death!

I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me
liberty, or give me death!

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to read more

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
[Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.