I have heard something said about allegiance to the South: I
know no South, no North, no East, no read more

I have heard something said about allegiance to the South: I
know no South, no North, no East, no West, to which I owe any
allegiance.

I would die for my country . . . but I would not let my country die for me.

I would die for my country . . . but I would not let my country die for me.

In Dr. Johnson's famous dictionary, patriotism is defined as the last refuge of a scoundrel. With all due respect to read more

In Dr. Johnson's famous dictionary, patriotism is defined as the last refuge of a scoundrel. With all due respect to an enlightened but inferior lexicographer, I beg to submit that it is the first.

Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!

Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!

The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is read more

The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!

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.

You're not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who read more

You're not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who says it.

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!

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.