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

My country is the world, and my religion to do good.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

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.

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.

And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods?