My Country Tis Of Thee

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My Coun-try, 'tis of thee,

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Sweet land of lib-er-ty,

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Of thee I sing:

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Land where my fa-thers died,

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Land of the Pil-grims' pride.

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From e-v-e-r-y moun-tain-side

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L-e-t free-dom ring.

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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.

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Let music swell the breeeze,
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.

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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!

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