I would die for my country . . . but I would not let my country die for me.

I would die for my country . . . but I would not let my country die for me.

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.

Our country, however bounded.

Our country, however bounded.

There are many different voice and languages; but there is but
one voice of the peoples when you are read more

There are many different voice and languages; but there is but
one voice of the peoples when you are declared to be the true
"Father of your country."
[Lat., Vox diversa sonat: populorum est vox tamen una,
Cum verus Patriae diceris esse Pater.]

Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world read more

Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world round.

Father of his country.
[Lat., Pater pariae.]

Father of his country.
[Lat., Pater pariae.]

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.

A brave man's country is wherever he chooses his abode.
[Lat., Patria est ubicumque vir fortis sedem elegerit.]

A brave man's country is wherever he chooses his abode.
[Lat., Patria est ubicumque vir fortis sedem elegerit.]

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.