My country, ítis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrimsí 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 freedomís song;
Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.
Our fathersí God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright With freedomís holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, Our King.