Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit read more

Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit passes into
thousands of hearts. How costly is the progress of the race. It
is only by the giving of life that we can have life.

A man who is good enough to shed his blood for the country is good enough to be given a read more

A man who is good enough to shed his blood for the country is good enough to be given a square deal afterwards.

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 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.

I was born an American; I live an American; I shall die an
American!

I was born an American; I live an American; I shall die an
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!