O beautiful for spacious skies,
For farmers with their grain,
Keeping corporate dynasties,
In economic gain!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy English-speaking brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
And those who did descend,
Till Mexicans and Muslims meet,
To cause our country’s end.
God mend their ev’ry flaw,
Bless their soul with self-control,
Make talking English our law.
O beautiful for glorious tale,
Of liberating strife,
While chaining the black male,
The husband votes for the wife.
Everything has been forever fine.
As long as Americans don’t learn foreign,
We shall remain divine.
O beautiful for patriot dream
I don’t need no history.
Send away the poor, huddled masses too,
America shall be ran by patriots like me.
God shed His grace on me,
And send away brown brotherhood,
Across the shining sea!