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| Lyrics: | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountainside Let 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 thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathes partake, Let rocks for silence break, The sound prolong. 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. |
America Camping Song 
