United we stand,
Divided we fall.
A triumphant nation,
Standing brave and tall.
In our hardships we work,
Together as one.
If a brother should fall,
Another picks him up.
If they tread on our people,
Or tread on our land,
Our indivisible spirit,
Prevails again and again.
No, we're not perfect,
And we never shall be,
But we're strong and courageous,
And, thank God, we're free!
Copyright ©2001 Jan McIntosh