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If we should die—let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
Whereas spherical us bark the mad and hungry canine,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we should die—oh, allow us to nobly die,
In order that our treasured blood might not be shed
In useless; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us although useless!
Oh, Kinsmen! We should meet the frequent foe;
Although far outnumbered, allow us to present us courageous,
And for his or her thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What although earlier than us lies the open grave?
Like males we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, however preventing again!
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