| My country, ' tis of thee,
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| Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
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| Land where my fathers died,
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| Land of the pilgrims' pride,
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| From every mountainside let freedom ring!
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| Let music swell the breeze,
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| And ring from all the trees sweet freedom’s song;
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| Let mortal tongues awake;
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| Let all that breathe partake;
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| Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong
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| Our fathers' God, to thee,
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| Author of liberty, to thee we sing;
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| Long may our land be bright
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| With freedom’s holy light;
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| Protect us by thy might, great God, our King
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| My country, ' tis of thee,
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| Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing |