Oh say can you see by the dawn's early
light what so proudly we hailed at the
twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes
and bright stars through the
perilous fight, or the ramparts we watched,
were so gallantly streaming?
And
the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
gave proof through the night that
our flag was still there.
O, say does that star
-spangled banner yet wave
O 'er the land of the free and
the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in
dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze o
'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals,
half discloses,
Now it catches the gleam of the
morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected,
now shines on the stream.
Tis the star -spangled banner,
long may it wave,
O 'er the land of the free and
the home of the brave.
And where is that band
who so vauntingly swore
that the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
a home and a country should
leave us no more.
Their blood has washed out
their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hirely enslaved
from the terror of flight or
the gloom of the grave.
And the star -spangled banner in triumph
doth wave o 'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever,
when freemen shall stand
between their loved homes and
the war's desolation,
blessed with victory and peace,
may the heaven -rescued land
praise the power
that hath made and preserved us,
the nation.
Then conquer we must,
when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, in
God is our trust.
And the star -spangled banner in triumph
shall wave o 'er the land of the free an
d the home of the brave.
And the of the brave,
And the home of the brave,
Oh, say does that star -spangled yet