Text piesne ; 1 : 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 mountainside : Let freedom ring! ; 2 : 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. ; 3 : 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. ; 4 :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. Prídavný verš na oslavu stého jubilea Georgea Washingtona ; 5 : Our joyful hearts today, : Their grateful tribute pay, : Happy and free, : After our toils and fears, : After our blood and tears, : Strong with our hundred years, : O God, to Thee. Prídavné verše od Henryho van Dykea ;6 : We love thine inland seas, : Thy groves and giant trees, : Thy rolling plains; : Thy rivers mighty sweep, : Thy mystic canyons deep, : Thy mountains wild and steep,-- : All thy domains. ;7 : Thy silver Eastern strands, : Thy Golden Gate that stands : Fronting the West; : Thy flowery Southland fair, : Thy North s sweet, crystal air: : O Land beyond compare, : We love thee best! Prídavné abolicionistické verše, 1843, A. G. Duncan ;8 :My country, tis of thee, :Stronghold of slavery, of thee I sing; :Land where my fathers died, :Where men man’s rights deride, :From every mountainside thy deeds shall ring! ;9 :My native country, thee, :Where all men are born free, if white’s their skin; :I love thy hills and dales, :Thy mounts and pleasant vales; :But hate thy negro sales, as foulest sin. ;10 :Let wailing swell the breeze, :And ring from all the trees the black man’s wrong; :Let every tongue awake; :Let bond and free partake; :Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong. ;11 :Our father’s God! to thee, :Author of Liberty, to thee we sing; :Soon may our land be bright, :With holy freedom’s right, :Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. ;12 :It comes, the joyful day, :When tyranny’s proud sway, stern as the grave, :Shall to the ground be hurl’d, :And freedom’s flag, unfurl’d, :Shall wave throughout the world, O’er every slave. ;13 :Trump of glad jubilee! :Echo o’er land and sea freedom for all. :Let the glad tidings fly, :And every tribe reply, :“Glory to God on high,” at Slavery’s fall. ; 1 : Moja krajina, : sladká zem slobody, : o nej spievam; : zem, kde moji otcovia zomreli, : zem pýchy pútnikov, : z každého kúta hôr : nech sloboda znie! ; 2 : Moja rodná krajina, : zem vznešených a slobodných, : jej meno milujem; : Milujem jej kamene a potôčky, : jej lesy a kopce; : Moje srdce s nadšením : to všetko má rado. ; 3 : Nech hudba s vánkom odvanie : a zaznie zo všetkých stromov : sladká pieseň slobody. : Nech sa prebudia hrozné jazyky; : Nech sa pridá aj dych; : Nech kamene ich ticho preruší, : Zvuk predĺži. ; 4 : Boh našich otcov, : Tvorca slobody, : tebe spievame. : Nech dlho naša zem žiari : svätým svetlom slobody, : Chráň nás tvojou mocou, : Veľký Boh, náš kráľ.