If We Must Die

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned

in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,

Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die,

O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed

In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us

though dead! O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe! Though far outnumbered

let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!

What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we’ll face the murderous,