| nd I don’t think it’s right. |
| I think it’s wrong. |
| I think the Government should
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| step-in and conscript it, make cards out, fingerprint everybody, picture them,
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| and keep it that ay because this couwntry is the only country that lets in all
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| the refuse tat they can possibly can get hilong wlth the good peop’e.
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| If the people of the Unite aStt the twilight’s last gleaming?
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| Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight
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| O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
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| And the Rocket’s Red Glare
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| Vulgar
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| I beg your pardon?
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| Vulgar song?
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| I beg your pardon?
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| Pull out a song?
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| The Well-Known Vulgar Song
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| The bombs bursting in air
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| Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there
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| O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
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| O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
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| On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep
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| Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes
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| What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep
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| As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
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| Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam
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| In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
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| 'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
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| O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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| And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
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| That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
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| A home and a country should leave us no more?
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| Their blood has wash’d out their foul footsteps' pollution
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| No refuge could save the hireling and slave
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| From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
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| And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
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| O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave
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| O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
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| Between their lov’d homes and the war’s desolation;
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| Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
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| Praise the Pow’are that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
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| Then conquer we must, when our cause is just
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| And this be our motto: «In God is our trust»
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| And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
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| O’er the land of the free
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| And the bombs
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| From the rave! |