Farewell to the land of the free!
Farewell to the land of the brave.
Alas!
That my country should be America!
Land of the slave.
What if the Negroes despis’d and degraded And scorn and reproach are heap’d on his
head Perish the thought that would leave him unaided American soil shall be that which
I tread.
Farewell to the land of the free!
Farewell to the land of the brave.
Alas!
That my country should be America!
Land of the slave.
Farewell to the land of the free!
Farewell to the land of the brave.
Alas!
That my country should be America!
Land of the slave.
What if I’ve drunk of the cup that awaits me, One bitter foretaste already, Do I glean
from the prospect no thought that elates me, If in freedom’s great cause counted worthy
to die.
Farewell to the land of the free!
Farewell to the land of the brave.
Alas!
That my country should be America!
Land of the slave.
Farewell to the land of the free!
Farewell to the land of the brave.
Alas!
That my country should be America!
Land of the slave.
Give me then, friends, the weapon that’s wielded Best in the cause I am sworn to uphold;
I will fight on till the foe shall have yielded, Or the years of my sojourn on earth have been
told.
Farewell to the land of the free!
Farewell to the land of the brave.
Alas!
That my country should be America!
Land of the slave.