Battle Hymn of the Republic
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.
America the Beautiful
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.
You’re a Grand Old Flag
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.
Ev’ry heart beats true under red, white and blue,
where there’s never a boast or brag;
should auld acquaintance be forgot
keep your eye on the grand old flag.