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.]

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it.

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it.

Thank God, I--I also--am an American!

Thank God, I--I also--am an American!

Our country--whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or
however otherwise bounded or described, and be the read more

Our country--whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or
however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements
more or less;--still our country, to be cherished in all our
hearts, and to be defended by all our hands.

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!

The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of read more

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.

Our country, right or wrong! When right, to be kept right; when
wrong, to be put right!

Our country, right or wrong! When right, to be kept right; when
wrong, to be put right!

I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine read more

I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase,
And treasure of my loins.

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.