Free America lyrics

Torn from a World of Tyrants, beneath this western Sky,

We form'd a new Dominion, a Land of liberty;

The World shall own their masters here, then hasten on the Day,

Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, for brave America.

God bless this maiden Climate, and thro' her vast Domain,

Let Hosts of Heroes cluster, who scorn to wear a Chain;

And blast the venal Sycophant, who dares our Rights betray.

Preserve, preserve, preserve, preserve my brave America.

Lift up your Heads my Heroes! and swear with proud Disdain,

The Wretch that would enslave you, Shall spread his Snares in vain;

Should Europe empty all her force, wou'd meet them in Array,

And shout, and shout, and shout, and shout, for brave America!

Some future Day shall crown us, the Masters of the Main,

And giving Laws and Freedom, to subject France and Spain;

When all the Isles o'er Ocean spread shall tremble and obey,

Their Lords, their Lords, their Lords, their Lords of brave America.