My country, it is of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father died, land of our pilgrim pride, from every mountainside let freedom ring. My native country thee, land of the noble free, thy name my home. I love thy rossing rills, thy woods and temple hills, thy heart with rapture thrills, land that I'll call home. I'll follow 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, grateful I'll be.