I was born in southern Italy on a farm that had been in my mother’s family for generations. But was really an American born on Italian soil as the result of a series of accidents, and it was also an accident which kept me in Italy until I was almost six years old. Not until years afterward did I learn that one reason my mother had left me there was in the hope that someday she could persuade her husband, in New York with her other children, to return with them to Italy. To her that farm near Potenza was home. But she was never able to persuade them of that, for America was the place of their choice.
Abraham Lincoln lives again. Abraham Lincoln marches.Up tall he stands and his great big handHolds a gun.With the Lincoln Battalion behind him,He fights for the freedom of Spain.