Now here is a poem that I think as you read it you will poblably start singing instead.  I know this song is in your head.

America
Samual Francis Smith
(1808-1895)

My country, ‘Tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
“Land of the pilgrims’ pride
From every mountain-side
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 thrills
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–
The 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.