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Thousands of true and brave,
Their hero lives may end, O'er thousands that flag" shall wave,
Thousands its folds defend.
No wrong-s our breasts alarm,
No fears our hearts appal, Unswerving' justice nerves our arm,
We Cannot conquered fall. Think on our noble sires,
Immortal in renown, Think on our altar-fires,
And strike the oppressor down!
With threats of horror dire,
The fierce invader comes; We scorn his boasts, we scorn his ire,
Striking for hearths and homes. Strike for our mothers now,
For daughters, sisters, wives, Truly would each bestow,
Were it ten thousand lives.