[Interlude: OHNOMAN!]
Four score and seven years ago
Our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation
Conceived in Liberty
And dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal
Now we are engaged in a great civil war
Testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated
Can long endure
We are met on a great battle-field of that war
We have come to dedicate a portion of that field
As a final resting place for those who here gave their lives
That that nation might live
It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—
We can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground
The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here
Have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here
But it can never forget what they did here
It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here
To the unfinished work which they who fought here
Have thus far so nobly advanced
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—
That from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause
For which they gave the last full measure of devotion—
That we here highly resolve that
These dead shall not have died in vain—
That this nation, under God
Shall have a new birth of freedom—
And that government of the people
By the people, for the people
Shall not perish from the earth