America

Ycountry, 'tis of thee, Of thee I sing ; Land where my fathers died, Land of the Pilgrims' pride; From every mountain side, Let Freedom ring. My native country, thee- Land of the noble freeThy 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 breakThe sound prolong. STAR- SPANGLED BANNER 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.