|Land where my fathers died|
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
|Here they come zooming to meet our thunder|
At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun!
|I wish I was in the land of cotton, |
Old times they are not forgotten;
|I roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps,|
to the sparklin’ sands of her diamond deserts
|You're the emblem of the land I love.|
The home of the free and the brave.
|Day is done, gone the sun|
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
|I pledge thee my allegiance|
America the bold
|Then it's Hi! Hi! Hey!|
The army's on its way.
Count off the cadence loud and strong
|Stuck a feather in his cap,|
And called it macaroni
|He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;|
His truth is marching on.
|Yours is the aim to make this grand country grander,|
This you will do, that's our strong, firm belief.
|For purple mountain majesties|
Above the fruited plain
|Thy banners make tyranny tremble,|
when borne by the red, white and blue
|First to fight for right and freedom,|
and to keep our honor clean
|Stand beside her, and guide her|
Through the night with a light from above.
|Hurrah for the flag of the free!|
May it wave as our standard forever
|And I'm proud to be an American,|
where at least I know I'm free.
|The men will cheer and the boys will shout|
The ladies they will all turn out
|Firm, united let us be,|
Rallying round our liberty
|And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,|
gave proof through the night that our flag was still there