1 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 thro' 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 thro' the night that our flag was still there;
'Tis the star-spangled banner, oh! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

2 On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foes' 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, oh! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

3 Oh! thus be it e'er when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation;
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
and this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
'Tis the star-spangled banner, oh! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!