They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.

They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.

The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
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The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of their fellowmen more than they loved
their fellowmen more than they lover their own lives and
fortunes. God forbid that we would have to use the blood of
America to freshen the color of the flag. But if it should ever
be necessary, that flag will be colored once more, and in being
colored will be glorified and purified.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy

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!

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?

And have they fixed the where, and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's thirty thousand Cornish men
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And have they fixed the where, and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's thirty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!

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?

And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.

And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.

I am not a Virginian but an American.

I am not a Virginian but an American.