My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
(Ha ha ha ha ha) where our fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da
Let freedom ring!
Freedom da-da-da-da

My Country, 'Tis of Thee - (Complete)
(Melody - England, 18th century? Henry Carey?)

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my father's 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 breathe partake;
Let rocks their 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!