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, 
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. 
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, now conceals, now  discloses? 

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first  beam, 
n 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 wiped 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 freemen shall stand 
Between their loved homes and the war's  desolation! 
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land 
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a  nation. 

Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, 
And this be our motto: "In God is our  trust." 
And the star-spangled banner forever shall wave  
O'er the land of the free and the home of the  brave!