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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 & bright stars through the
perilous fight, O'er the rampants we watched were so gallantly streaming ~
And
the rocket's red glare, the bombs burst in the air, Gave proof through the night
that our flag was still there ~ Oh, say does that star spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the
free & 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 re-posses, 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 in the stream ~
Tis the
Star Spangles Banner ~ Oh how long may it wave,
O'er the land of the
free & the home of the brave.

And
where
is that band who so hauntingly swore, that the havoc of war & the battle's
confusion, A home & a country should leave us no more ~
Their blood has
washed out their foul footstep's pollution ~ No refuge could save the hireling
& 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 & the home
of the brave.

Oh,
thus be it ever, when free men shall stand ~ Between their loved home & the
war's desolation ~ Blessed with victory & peace, may the heaven rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made & preserved 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 & the home of the brave.
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