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Torn from a world of tyrants,
Beneath this western sky,
We formed a new dominion,
A land of libertie;
The world shall own we’re masters here;
Then hasten on the day:
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,
For free Amerikay.

Lift up your hands, ye heroes,
And swear with proud disdain,
The wretch that would ensnare you,
Shall lay his snares in vain:
Should Europe empty all her force,
We’ll meet her in array,
And fight and shout, and fight and shout
For Free Amerikay.

God bless this maiden climate,
And through her vast domain
May hosts of heroes cluster
Who scorn to wear a chain.
Than guard your rights Americans
Nor stoop to lawless slave
Opposes oppose oppose oppose for North Amerikay!

Some future day shall crown us,
The masters of the Main,
Our fleets shall speak in thunder
To England, France, and Spain;
And the nations over the ocean spread
Shall tremble and obey
The sons, the sons, the sons, the sons
Of free Amerikay!