If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign
troop was landed in my country read more

If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign
troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my
arms,--never! never! never!

And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
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And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?

Our country, however bounded.

Our country, however bounded.

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 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.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]

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?

You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out
of the human race.

You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out
of the human race.