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Oh, glory's neither here nor there; But think of the enormous profits We'd reap if Greece should free herself.

I saw myself a conqueror, By lovely Grecian maids encircled.

Grasped in my Swedish hands, I saw The great, heroic spur-strap-buckles!

I my gigantic Fatherland's Culture saw spread o'er earth and sea!

The worst's the loss in solid cash. God dam! I scarce can keep from weeping! I saw me owner of Olympus. If to its fame the mountain answers, There must be veins of copper in it, That could be opened up again. And furthermore, that stream Castalia, Which people talk so much about, With fall on fall, at lowest reckoning, Must mean a thousand horse-power good

Still I will go! My Swedish sword Is worth far more than Yankee gold!

Perhaps; but, jammed into the ranks,