My country, tears of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty 
Of thee I see. 
Land where my fathers die 
Land of the pilgrims pray 
From every mountain sight, 
Let pray unweal. 
Our father’s guard to thee, 
Author of liberty 
To thee we sing. 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom’s holy light 
Protect us by thy mind, 
Great God, our king. 
Grand birds fly of our sons 
Our authors and our fires 
Keep we still pure. 
Our starting fed us through 
The hope of all the world 
In peace and lie in pearl 
God holds a cure.