O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose road stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd were gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through 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?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's 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, O! long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band, who so vaunting'y swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and 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 and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation,
Blest with and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land,
Praise the Power 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;"
And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph shall wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

At dawn Aurora gaily breaks,
In all her proud attire,
Majestic o'er the glassy lake,
Reflecting liquid fire;
All nature smiles to usher in,
The blushing queen of morn,
And huntsmen with the day begin,
To wind the mellow horn,
The mellow horn,
The mellow mellow horn,
The mellow horn,
The mellow mellow horn.
And huntsmen with he day begin,
To wind the mellow horn,
The mellow horn, &c.

At eve when gloomy shades obscure,
The tranquil shepherd's cot,
When tinkling bells are heard no more,
And daily forgot;
'Tis then the sweet enchanting note,
On Zephyrs gently borne,
With witching cadence seems to float,
Around the mellow horn,
The mellow horn, &c.

COME,!Come, each gallant lad,
Who for pleasure quits care;
To the drum, drum, drum, &c.
To the drum head with spirit repair.
Each recruiter takes his glass,
And each young soldier with his lass,
While the drum beats tattoo, while, &c.
Retires the sweet night to pass.

Each night gayly laid--
Thus we'll merrily waste,
Till the drum, drum, drum, &c.
Till the drum tells us 'tis past.
Picquet arms at d?wn now shine,
And each drum raffles down the line;
Now the drum beats reville, now, &c.
Saluting the day divine.

But hark! yonder shouts--
See the standard now alarms,
Now the drum, drum, drum, &c.
Now the drum beats londly to arms,
Kill'd and wounded, how they lie!
Helter, skelter, see they fly,
Now the drum beats retreat, now, &c.
We'll fire a feu-de-jole.

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