Born in battle to be free
Tempered in the fight
A land for patriots to love
Where flags fly through the night
America the beautiful
When some thought you were done
You always proved the doubters wrong
For you had just begun
The stars and stripes are flying high
They’re up there on the moon
And raised upon Pacific isles
Where bodies has been strewn
The Tree of Liberty has roots
That intertwine our fates
For good or ill, to death, for life
In these United States
So steward this, your country, well
And guard its sacred shore
Two-hundred-fifty years it’s gone
Hears to two-fifty more