America, the land beloved,
Today reveres the name of him
Whose character was free from guile,
Whose fame the ages cannot dim.

They called him proud, but erred therein;
No lord was he, though high of birth;
Though sprung from England's lofty peers,
He served the lowliest of earth.

He turned his back on pride of name,
On motherland and luxury,
To weld a horde of quarreling men
Into a nation proudly free.

Wherever liberty is found,
Wherever shines fair freedom's sun,
Men count America a friend
And bless the name of Washington.

America, the land beloved,
—Today reveres the name of him
Whose character was free from guile,
—Whose fame the ages cannot dim.

They called him proud, but erred therein;
—No lord was he, though high of birth;
Though sprung from England's lofty peers,
—He served the lowliest of earth.

He turned his back on pride of name,
—On motherland and luxury,
To weld a horde of quarreling men
—Into a nation proudly free.

Wherever liberty is found,
—Wherever shines fair freedom's sun,
Men count America a friend
—And bless the name of Washington.