I am country tis of thee

Where is my sweet land of liberty? 

Somewhere, lost along the Mason-Dixon line

Liberty sits in hiding, fearful of the wretched swine

Who will rob her native headresses for her own

Then take her tomahawk back home. 

I am the rocket's red glare

And we cheer for the bombs

That burst in the air

We are hungry for war

And thirsty for the fight

Only dreams can be fathomed in such delight.

Liberty wears our flag upon her chest:

The red? the blood of the people laid to rest

The blue the veins that pump life to the white

The white who win, and the white who fight. 

Liberty will forever sit

Dipping her feet into freedom's midst.