My country, 'tis of thee, sweet and of liberty,
of thee I sing;
land where my fathers died,
land of the pilgrims' pride,
from every mountain side
let freedom ring!
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!
Words: Samuel F. Smith 1832
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