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| My country
'tis of thee |
| Sweet land
of liberty; |
| Of
thee I sing, |
| Land where
my fathers died |
| Land of the
pilgrims' pride |
| From every
mountain side |
| Let
freedom ring. |
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| My native
country, - thee, |
| Land of the
noble free |
| Thy
name I love; |
| I love thy
- rocks & rills |
| Thy woods
and templed hills |
| My heart
with rapture thrills |
| Like
that above. |
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| No more shall
tyrants here This
verse was removed by Smith |
| With haughty
steps appear |
| And
soldier bands |
| No more shall
tyrants dread |
| Above the
patriot dead |
| No more our
blood be shed |
| By
alien hands. |
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| Let music
swell the breeze |
| And ring
from all the trees |
| Sweet
freedom's song |
| Let all that
breathes partake These
two lines appear |
| Let mortal
tongues awake transposed
in one of Smith's copies |
| 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 |
| Our God our
King |
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