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Words by
Samuel Francis Smith, 1832
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the pilgrim’s pride!
From every mountain side,
Let Freedom Ring!
My native country, the
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love
I love thy rocks and rills
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with raptured thrills
Like that above
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
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