He serves me most who serves his country best.

He serves me most who serves his country best.

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.

Our spirit is . . . to show ourselves eager to work for, and if
need be, to die read more

Our spirit is . . . to show ourselves eager to work for, and if
need be, to die for the Irish Republic. Facing our enemy we must
declare an attitude simply. . . . We ask for no mercy and we will
make no compromise.

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?

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all read more

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over
this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when
again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of
our nature.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la read more

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la liberte de mon pays.]

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.]

The die was now cast; I had passed the Rubicon. Swim or sink,
live or die, survive or perish read more

The die was now cast; I had passed the Rubicon. Swim or sink,
live or die, survive or perish with my country was my unalterable
determination.