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.

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.]

Liberty, equality, fraternity.
[Fr., Liberte, egalite, fraternite.]

Liberty, equality, fraternity.
[Fr., Liberte, egalite, fraternite.]

'Twere sweet to sink in death for Truth and Freedom!
Yes, who would hesitate, for who could bear
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'Twere sweet to sink in death for Truth and Freedom!
Yes, who would hesitate, for who could bear
The living degradation we may know
If we do dread death for a sacred cause?

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.

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than read more

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Our spirit is . . . to show ourselves eager to work for, and if
need be, to die read more

Our spirit is . . . to show ourselves eager to work for, and if
need be, to die for the Irish Republic. Facing our enemy we must
declare an attitude simply. . . . We ask for no mercy and we will
make no compromise.

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we read more

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, what's more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous.

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?