Our ships were British oak,
And hearts of oak our men.

Our ships were British oak,
And hearts of oak our men.

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

I hope to find my country in the right: however I will stand by
her, right or wrong.

I hope to find my country in the right: however I will stand by
her, right or wrong.

'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm read more

'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm a Roman for that.

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.

Where liberty is, there is my country.

Where liberty is, there is my country.

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la read more

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la liberte de mon pays.]

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]

'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?