My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of Fascist glee,
Of thee I sing.
Land where our soldiers died,
No matter that we lied,
From round the countryside
Let church bells ring.
My native country thee
Land of the just for we,
It's we, we love.
Can't think of those it kills.
Or how much blood it spills,
War will provide the thrills
Like that above.
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