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!

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 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.