oh, 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:
´t is 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 freemen shall stand,
between their lov´d homes 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 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!