Here's a land full of power and glory, beauty that words cannot recall.
Oh her power shall rest in the strength of her freedom, her glory shall rest on us all.
Yet we're only as rich as the poorest of the poor, only as free as a padlocked prison door
Only as strong as our love for this land, only as tall as we stand. But this land is still troubled by men who have to hate, they twist away our freedom and they twist away our fate
Law is their weapon and treason is their cry, you can stop them if you try.