"My Country, 'Tis of Thee"
Samuel F. Smith
(written 1831)

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 mountain-side
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!

Tuli Kupferberg

My country is it of thee?

Land bereft of Liberty,

Is it of thee I sing?

Land where the Indians died,

Land of the Slave-Holder’s pride,

From ev’ry mountain’s strip-mined side

Let pollution spring.

My Know nothing country, thee

Land of Great College Fees,

Thy hair’s been dyed.

We hear thy rocks and rolls

Jingled by them greedy souls

And all thru Land they stole,

Thy TV is refried.

Thy gunshots shoot the breeze,

Gooks hang from world-wide trees,

You own the Bomb.

Lied to in all our schools,

Beaten with their Golden Rules,

Treated like a bunch of fools,

Our time will come.

Their Propertied God, to thee,

Architect of Tyranny,

To thee we won’t cower.

Soon may our Land be bright,

With rebellion’s Holy Light,

In daring love is out might,

Common People to Power!