Cumberland Blues
America
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. Abraham Lincoln, November 19th 1863My Country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside Let freedom ring. 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 fills Like that above. 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, Letras de cancionesThe sound prolong. 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! A-men. One verse, crossed out by Smith in original manuscripts, is generally omitted. Originally the third verse, it reads:No more shall tyrants here With haughty steps appear And soldier bands. No more shall tyrants dread Above the patriot dead; No more our blood be shed By alien hands.
From Letras Mania