Oh, say can you see by the early light What so we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our was still there. Oh, say does that banner yet wave the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly through the mists of the deep, the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half Now it the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the of the brave!
And where is that who so vauntingly swore the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should us no more! Their has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth O'er the land of the and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen stand Between their loved home and the desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the rescued land Praise the Power that made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our it is just, And be our motto: "In God is our trust." And the banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the and the home of the brave!