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?

He held it safer to be of the religion of the King or Queen that
were in being, for read more

He held it safer to be of the religion of the King or Queen that
were in being, for he knew that he came raw into the world, and
accounted it no point of wisdom to be broiled out of it.

And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.

And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.

I hope to find my country in the right: however I will stand by
her, right or wrong.

I hope to find my country in the right: however I will stand by
her, 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.

In Dr. Johnson's famous dictionary, patriotism is defined as the last refuge of a scoundrel. With all due respect to read more

In Dr. Johnson's famous dictionary, patriotism is defined as the last refuge of a scoundrel. With all due respect to an enlightened but inferior lexicographer, I beg to submit that it is the first.

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.

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!

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.