By Star and Stripe we swear it—
Prond Treason's neck shall bow!
Let royal Freedom wear it
Clear written on her brow—
More glorious than ever,
In crimsoned robes she stands,
Crowned Queen of Queens forever
In this, the Land of Lands!
Be false to her, O tyrant
That hateth truth and night;
Be false, O dark aspirant
That seeketh rule through might:
But this remember ever—
Her sword is in her hands;
And traitors triumph never
In this, the Land of Lands!
Shout, Ocean to the Prairie!
Shout, Prairie to the Sea!
Scream, Eagle, from thine eyrir—
And Echo answer thee!
See Freedom, conquered never,
Subdue the traitor bands!
America forever!
Our Land, the Land of Lands!