Valhalla

If we must die le it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned to an unglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungery dogs;
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die- oh, let nobly die,
So that our precious blood will not be shed
in vain; the even the moster we defy
shall be constrained to honor us, though dead!
Oh Kinsmen! we must meet the common foe;
though far out numbered; let us still be brave,
And for their thousand blow deal one death blow!
what though before us lie the open grave?
like men we will face the murderous, cowardly pack
pressed to the wall, dying, but still fighting back.....