Dissent is the highest form of patriotism.

Dissent is the highest form of patriotism.

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.

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!

Our country--whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or
however otherwise bounded or described, and be the read more

Our country--whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or
however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements
more or less;--still our country, to be cherished in all our
hearts, and to be defended by all our hands.

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!

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.]

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!

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

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.