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Verse 1
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!
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
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!