My country 'tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty.Of thee, I sing.Land where my father's died,Land of the pilgrim's pride,From every mountainsideLet 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 thrillslike 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 fathers' God to thee,Author of liberty,To thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom's holy light;Protect us by thy might,Great God, our King.