America

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, sweet land of liberty, 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

Land where my fathers died, . land of the pilgrim’s pride

From every mountain side, let freedom ring

America!

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