America

Sweet land of liberty, it is of thee,
We sing the praises of thy founders keen,
Who with great prudence and conviction be,
The seedsmen of expansive pastures green,

‘Tis ‘pon cool blades beneath God’s graceful light,
Free men while seeking happiness did strive,
Protected by such true inherent right,
And hope: persistent families shall thrive.

For pilgrims’ pride in land where fathers died,
To shield the loss of warmth from freedom’s flame, 
Is strong with us; in short, we shan’t abide,
Those foes who seek our banner to defame,

America, for thee we fight today,
These traitors: ‘tis thy greatness they betray.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie