must glorious spot,/ While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,hungry dogs,/ Making like hogs/ Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,/ While round us bark the mad and nned die, let it not be in an inIf wetheir mock at our accursed lot./ If we must die, O let us nobly die,/ dieSo that our precious blood may not be shed/ In vain; then even the monsters we defy/ Shall be constrained to honor  pack,/ Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back! 

- 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 deathblow!/ What though before us lies the open grave?/ Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly 

19We19: If  Must Die (C.McKay)