My Country, 'Tis Of Thee,

Sweet Land Of Liberty,

Of Thee I Sing;

Land Where My Fathers Died,

Land Of The Pilgrim's Pride,

From Ev'ry 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 Father's 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!