My country tis of thee Now land of misery For thee I weep Land where my children cry Land where their freedom died Where politicians lie And tyrants creep My native country, thee Taken by new nobility Thy name I loved Still love the rocks and hills Thy woods and templed hills So sad for recent ills Imposed from above Sweet music once swelled the breeze It rang from all the trees With freedoms song Its still not too late Iron curtains are not our fate Let patriots silence break And liberty prolong Our fathers God to, Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing. Bring back our land so bright With freedoms holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 04:11:00 +0000
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