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My country! ’tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died!

Land of the Pilgrim’s pride!

From every mountain side

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 Father’s 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!