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My country! ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my father’s died,
Land of the pilgrims pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.
Chorus:
Land where my father’s died,
Land of the Pilgrims pride,
From every mountain side
Let Freedom ring.

Let music swell the breeze,
And sing 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.
Chorus:
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

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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.
Chorus:
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills:
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.

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!
Chorus:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!