[Verse 1]
            
O say can you 

        
see, by the da

           
wn's early lig


ht,
           
What so proudl

            
y we hailed at

     
 the twilight'

s last gleamin

g
             
Whose broad st

             
ripes and brig

         
ht stars throu

          
gh the perilou

  
s fight,
           
O'er the rampa

            
rts we watched

          
, were so gall

antly streamin

g?

             
And the rocket

            
s' red glare, 

             
the bombs burs

        
ting in air,
             
Gave proof thr

           
ough the night

            
 that our flag

         
 was still the

re;

           
O  say does th

           
at star-spangl

         
ed banner yet 

 
wa-ve
           
O'er the land 

          
of the freeeee

           
e and the home

        
 of the brave?

[Verse 2]
            
On the shore d

        
imly seen thro

           
ugh the mists 

       
of the deep
           
Where the foe'

            
s haughty host

          
 in dread sile

nce reposes,
             
What is that w

           
hich the breez

         
e, o'er the to

      
wering steep,
           
As it fitfully

            
 blows, half c

    
onceals, 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-

            
spangled banne

         
r - O long may

     
 it wave
           
O'er the land 

          
of the free an

          
d the home of 

     
the brave!

[Verse 3]
             
And where is t

        
hat band who s

          
o vauntingly s

  
wore,
           
That the havoc

            
 of war and th

    
e battle's con

fusion
           
A home and a C

          
ountry should 

          
leave us no mo


re?
           
Their blood ha

            
s wash'd out t

            
heir foul foot

step's polluti

on.

            
No refuge coul

            
d save the hir

          
eling and slav

e
             
From the terro

           
r of flight or

            
 the gloom of 

     
the grave,

           
And the star-s

             
pangled banner

            
 in triumph do

    
th wave
           
O'er the land 

          
of the freeeee

           
e and the home

        
 of the brave?

[Verse 4]
            
O thus be it e

       
ver when freem

       
en shall stand
           
Between their 

            
lov'd home and

      
 the war's des

olation!
           
Blest with vic

        
t'ry and peace

            
 may the heav'

          
n rescued land
           
Praise the pow

             
er that hath m

          
ade and preser

v'd us a natio

n

             
Then conquer w

            
e must, when o

             
ur cause it is

 
 just,
           
And this be ou

             
r motto - "In 

          
God is our tru


st,"

           
And the star-s

            
pangled banner

          
 in triumph sh

    
all wave
           
O'er the land 

            
of the freeeee

            
e and the home

        
 of the brave?