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, thro'
the perilous fight'
O'er 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.
Oh, 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, thro' 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: oh, 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 wash'd
out their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save
the hireling and slave
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 free men shall stand,
Between their loved
homes and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and
peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Power that
has made and preserved us as a nation.
Then conquer we must,
when our cause 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 and the home of the brave.
Song Tune: Anacreon in Heaven
by Francis Scott
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2001
