American Patriotic Song Lyrics

While teaching my daughter history, I was struck by the beauty and patriotism of our great American writers. Most of them wrote these songs as poems and they were later set to music. So here are the poems:

Yankee Doodle is the first one. It was written by an Englishman who was making fun of American colonists untrained in war or marching. He wrote as a joke and taught it to Americans for them to learn to march in time. Later, Americans defeated the English in the Revolutionary War to become free and independent and kept singing the song to prove that we may be ridiculous but we beat you. I never knew that. Here it is:

Yankee Doodle

Fath’r and I went down to camp, along with Captain Good’in, and there we saw the men and boys as thick as hasty puddin’. Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy.

And there we see a thousand men, as rich as Squire David; and what they wasted ev’ry day, I wish it could be saved. Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, mind the music and the step, and with the girls be handy.

The Star-Spangled Banner

O say, can you see by the dawn’s early light, what so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming? Whose broad stipend and bright stars Thru the perilous fight, O’er the ramparts we watched, we’re so gallantly streaming? And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thru the night that our flag was still there. O say, does that star spangled banner yet wave, O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

The flag in particular Francis Scott Key wrote about, that flew over Fort McHenry, can be seen in the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. It was 32 feet long and 27 feet wide, replete with 11 gun holes.

America

My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father’s died! Land of the Pilgrim’s pride! From ev’ry mountain side, Let freedom ring!

Our fathers’ God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing, Long may our land be bright, With freedom’s holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!

America the Beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majestic Above the fruited plain. America! America! God she’d his grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea.

God Bless America

God bless America, Land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her Through the night with the light from above. From the mountains to the valleys, to the oceans, white with foam, God bless America, my home sweet home. God bless America, my home sweet home.

The Saddest Lies and Sweetest Truth

“I walk alone”, the sad song sings amongst a million echoing. The hardest thing to believe is the lie of solitary suffering.

“You’re not enough just as you are”, that lie falls on a million hearts. You’d be ok if you could change this or that but not be the same.

A million other sad lies extend to houses all across the lands, near and far we are the same targets of an evil game.

The truth is millions of times sweeter, if only you could be believers, that God is our forever friend, with us daily to the end.

And He loves you just as you are, His best creation, His loving heart. And He designed you just the way He would do it all again today.

So do not heed the many lies that try to hurt and make you cry. For lies they are and read the Truth, for it was given just for you.❤❤❤

Ode to Blessed Imperfection

I am not perfect but I strive to be humble.

I am not eloquent but I work to encourage.

Never early but ready when I get there.

A million flaws but a million and one smiles.

I miss a lot but see the needy and help.

Not popular but known to love the Lord.

I focus on the big picture but God points out the details I need.

Not always lovable but my children respect and love me.

Not always a great wife but always a forgiving one.

I am not perfect but I am blessed to know humble is better.😄❤

Pridefully Alone or Humbly Held

Deep in richest pride, I walk alone.

I declare my proud right to self-government

And there is no room for God to work.

In pride, I am so important but so lonely.

When pushing for myself, I push God out.

But when humble, I am held by God

For He has room to enter in.

Humble, I am worthy of rescue and comfort.

Humble, I can accept God’s great intervention.

I am pridefully alone but thank God I am humbly held.❤

I am Not a Genius, But…

I am not a genius but, I know someone who is.

I am not the most skillful artist, but I walk and talk with Him.

I am now the most eloquent but the One who is can talk through me.

And maybe I am not beautiful but in me God’s glory be.

So if we want to be the best, no pressure should we feel

We just need take the hand God and He works perfectly.❤