O'er thy sky-skirting trees,
By thy great open seas,
Freedom does hum!
Named for men from the waves,
Who swore not to be slaves,
In all thy coves and caves,
No king will sing!

Thy gold and silver fine,
The labor that is thine,
Hills fair, streams rare!
Thy power is ascendant,
Thy robe is resplendent,
Let all thy descendants,
Proclaim thy name!

See all thy natural wealth,
Feel all thy mountain health,
More rich than wish!
Thy face has arisen,
O'er thy gold horizon,
From thy southern prison,
Free now art thou!

Let all thy foemen go,
Back to San Francisco,
Attack them back!
Thou hast regained thy land,
Thy foes must understand,
The sacred command,
To cheat is defeat!

Thou shalt not fear to fight,
Or to do what is right,
Be just, thou must!
Thy people honor thee,
Jefferson true and free,
So let it ever be:
No fear is here!