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 temp led 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!