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 mountainside let freedom ring!

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

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

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