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.
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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.
Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.
Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.
We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their read more
We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their safety, must not change
Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from
The secure shade of their own vines, to be
Scorched with the flames of war.
To preserve the life of citizens, is the greatest virtue in the
father of his country.
[Lat., Servare read more
To preserve the life of citizens, is the greatest virtue in the
father of his country.
[Lat., Servare cives, major est virtus patriae patri.]
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.]
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign
troop was landed in my country read more
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign
troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my
arms,--never! never! never!
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.]
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
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!
