If we must die——let it not be like hogs¹

    Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot，

    While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs，

    Making their mock at our accursed lot.

    If we must die——oh， let us nobly die，

    So that our precious blood may not be shed

    In vain； then even the monsters we defy

    Shall be constrained² to honor us though dead！

    Oh， Kinsmen³！  We must meet the common foe⁴；

    Though far outnumbered， let us show us brave，

    And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow！

    What though before us lies the open grave？

    Like men we'll face the murderous， cowardly pack，

    Pressed to the wall， dying， but fighting back！