Yankee Doodle went to town

A-riding on a pony;

He stuck a feather in his cap

And called it Macaroni

Yankee Doodle, keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the music and the step

and with the girls be handy!

Father and I went down to camp

Along with Captain Gooding

And there we saw the men and boys

As thick as hasty pudding.

Yankee Doodle, keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the music and the step

and with the girls be handy!

— — —

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;

His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

— — —

My country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims' pride,

From ev'ry mountainside

Let freedom ring!

— — — 

You're a grand old flag,  

You're a high flying flag 

And forever in peace may you wave. 

You're the emblem of The land I love. 

The home of the free and the brave.

 Every heart beats true under 

Red, White and Blue,  

Where there's never a boast or brag. 

Should old acquaintance be forgot, 

 Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

— — — 

God bless America, 

Land that I love 

Stand beside her  

And guide her 

Through the night with the light from above 

From the mountains  

To the prairies 

To the oceans  

White with foam 

God bless America 

My home sweet home.

God bless America 

My home sweet home.

— — —

O beautiful for spacious skies, 

For amber waves of grain, 

For purple mountain majesties 

Above the fruited plain! 

America! America! 

God shed His grace on thee 

And crown thy good with brotherhood 

From sea to shining sea!