|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?
|God bless America!|