The God who gave us life gave us libery at the same time, At the same time; the hand of force may destroy The hand of force may destroy but cannot disjoin them, Cannot disjoin them, cannot, cannot disjoin them. Liberty, liberty, liberty, liberty, life, life, life!
Battle Hymn of the Republic:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on!
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on!
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, Let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
America, the Beautiful
Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain; For purple mountain majesties, above the fruited plain. America, America, God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood, From sea to shining sea.
O beautiful for patriot dream, that sees beyond the years, Thine alabaster cities gleam, undimmed by human tears. America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood, From sea to shining sea. America! America! America!
God Bless America
My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died; land of the pilgrim's pride; From ev'ry mountain side let freedom ring.
God bless America, Land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her, Through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, To the prairies, To the oceans, white with foam;
God bless America, My home sweet home. God Bless America, My home sweet home.
The Star-Spangled Banner
Performed with Sgt. Alec Maly O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?