My Country ! ‘Tis Of Thee,
Sweet Land Of Liberty,
Of Thee I Sing
Land Where My Fathers Died !
Land Of The Pilgrims’ Pride !
From Every Mountain-Side
Let Freedom Ring !

My Native Country, Thee
Land Of The Noble Free
Thy Name I Love
I Love Thy Rocks And Rills,
Thy Woods And Templed Hills ;
My Heart With Rapture Thrills
Like That Above.

Let Music Swell The Breeze,
And Ring From All The Trees
Sweet Freedom’s Song:
Let Mortal Tongues Awake;
Let All That Breathe Partake ;
Let Rocks Their Silence Break
The Sound Prolong.

Our Fathers’ God ! To Thee,
Author Of Liberty,
To Thee We Sing:
Long May Our Land Be Bright
With Freedom’s Holy Light ;
Protect Us By Thy Might,
Great God, Our King !