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Then welcome be it, if indeed it be

The Irrepressible Conflict! Let it come;

There will be mitigation of the doom,

If, battling to the last, our sires shall see

Their sons contending for the homes made free

In ancient conflict with the foreign foe!

If those who call us brethren strike the blow,

No common conflict shall the invader know!

War to the knife, and to the last, until

The sacred land we keep shall overflow

With blood as sacred--valley, wave, and hill,

Or the last enemy finds his bloody grave!

Aye, welcome to your graves--or ours! The brave

May perish, but ye shall not bind one slave.