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118 FOR OUR COUNTRY TO DIE.
Out from us he must go!
So let them understand. Who that dear flag disclaim, Which won their fathers' fame, We brand with endless shame!
God for our native land !
Our native land ! to thee,
In one united vow, To keep thee strong and free,
And glorious as now —
We pledge each heart and hand ; By the blood our fathers shed, By the ashes of our dead, By the sacred soil we tread !
God for our native land !
—♦— IT IS GREAT FOR OUR COUNTRY TO DIE.
BY JAMES G. PERCIVAL.
OH it is great for our country to die, where ranks are contending; Bright is the wreath of our fame; glory awaits us for aye — |
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