来ˇ勇敢的美利坚人ˇ手拉着手ˇ
大胆去回应吧ˇ美好的自由在招手ˇ
残暴的行爲压不住正义的呼声。
也玷辱不了美利坚的好名声。

我们生于自由也将生活在自由里ˇ
我们的钱包已装满金钱ˇ
沉着ˇ朋友们ˇ沉着ˇ
给钱不是当奴隶ˇ只爲作个自由人。

让我们ˇ可敬的先辈们欢呼ˇ
他们勇敢地奔ˇ未知的地带ˇ
爲了自由ˇ他们越过大洋ˇ来到荒漠ˇ
死后把自由和美名留给我们。

他们胸怀博大ˇ敢蔑视一切危ˇˇ
他们崇高ˇ明智ˇ珍视生来的权利ˇ
我们将虔诚地保留他们给予我们的遗産ˇ
决不破坏他们在陆上和海上的劳动成果。

先辈们用双手种下的自由之树ˇ
并爲它的壮大和尊严而生活ˇ
满怀喜悦他们高呼ˇ“我们的愿望已满足ˇ
因爲我们的子孙将采到我们辛劳的果实。”

官老爷和侍从即将蜂拥而至ˇ
他们ˇ蝗虫摧残当年的收成ˇ
假如我们得爲别人挥霍而苦干ˇ
太阳升起有何用ˇ雨水下了也枉然。

那麽ˇ勇敢的美利坚人ˇ手拉着手ˇ
联合则存ˇ分裂则亡ˇ
从事正义的事业ˇ我们必将成功ˇ
因爲上天赞许一切高尚的行爲。

千秋万代都将拍手赞叹ˇ
我们勇敢地支持我们的法律ˇ
我们不怕死但不屑听人使唤ˇ
因爲论自由羞辱比痛苦更可怕。 

让我爲我们君王的健康干杯ˇ
爲不列颠的光荣和财富干杯ˇ
如她确有公正ˇ我们真有自由ˇ
那种光荣和财富就会永存不朽。

The Liberty Song

Come join hand in hand brave Americans all,

And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call:

No tyrannous acts shall suppress your just claim,

Or stain with dishonour America's name.

CHORUS:

In Freedom we're born and in Freedom we'll live.

Our purses are ready, Steady. Friends, Steady.

Not as slaves, but as Freemen our money we'll give.

Our worthy Forefathers--Let’s give them a cheer

To Climates unknown did courageously steer;

Thro' Oceans, to deserts, for freedom they came

And dying bequeath'd us their freedom and Fame.

Their generous bosoms all dangers despis'd, so highly, so wisely, their Birthrights they priz'd:

We’ll keep what they gave, we will piously keep.

Nor frustrate their toils on the land and the deep.

The Tree their own hands had to Liberty rear'd;

They liv'd to behold growing strong and rever'd;

With transport they cry'd, "Now our wishes we gain

For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain."

Swarms of placemen and pensioners soon will appear

Like locusts deforming the charms of the year;

Suns vainly will rise. Showers vainly descend,

If we are to drudge for what others shall spend

Then join hand in hand brave Americans all,

By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall;

In so Righteous a cause let us hope to succeed,

For Heaven approves of each generous deed.

All ages shall speak with amaze and applause,

Of the courage we'll show in support of our laws;

To die we can bear--but to serve we disdain,

For shame is to freedom more dreadful than pain.

This bumper I crown for our Sovereign's health,

And this for Britannia's glory and wealth;

That wealth and that glory immortal may be,

If she is but just--and if we are but Free.