| O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light
|
| What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming?
|
| Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight
|
| O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
|
| And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air
|
| Gave proof thro' 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 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: O, 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 footsteps' 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
|
| O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand
|
| Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation;
|
| Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
|
| Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserv’d us a 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 and the home of the brave! |