Oh, say can you see,
By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming,
Who's broad stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched,
Were so gallantly streaming?
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee, I sing.
And the rockets' red glare,
(Land where our fathers died)
The bombs bursting in air,
(Land of the pilgrims' pride)
Gave proof through the night
(From every mountainside)
That our flag was still there!
(Let freedom ring!)
O say, does that star-spangled
Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave?
