Who made America,
And swigged my horny barrel,
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Let it be the dream it used to be.
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:
I know more than Apollo,
Me music to my sorrow.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Who made America,
And swigged my horny barrel,
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Let it be the dream it used to be.
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:
I know more than Apollo,
Me music to my sorrow.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
That lift and drop a question on your plate;