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America! my own dear land,—

O, 'tis a lovely land to me;

I thank my God that I was born

Where man is free!

Our land—it is a glorious land—

And wide it spreads from sea to sea—

And sister States in Union join

And all are free.

And equal laws we all obey,—

To kings we never bend the knee—

We may not own no Lord but God

Where all are free.

We' ve lofty hills and sunny vales

And streams that roll to either sea—

And through this large and varied land

Alike we 're free.