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!

Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute.

Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute.

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right read more

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she
always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

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.

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!

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!

Our country is the common parent of all.
[Lat., Patria est communis omnium parens.]

Our country is the common parent of all.
[Lat., Patria est communis omnium parens.]

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!

Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome
nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how read more

Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome
nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how passionately I
hate them!