My country 'tis This wee sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing Land where my fathers died the pilgrim's pride From every mountainside Let freedom ring native country noble free Thy name love thy rocks and rills woods templed hills heart will rapture fills like that above music swell breeze And from all trees Sweet freedom's song mortal tongues awake breathe partake their silence break The sound prolong Our Father God to Thee Author To For eternity 'tis