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 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 raptured 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 the we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!
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