Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed as the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight
O'er the ramplarts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in 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 and the home of the brave?
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Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
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Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of color beneath the sky:
Hats off!
The flag is passing by.
Your flag and my flag,
And how it flies today
In your land and my land
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Your flag and my flag,
And how it flies today
In your land and my land
And half a world away!
Rose-red and blood-red
The stripes forever gleam;
Snow-white and soul-white--
The good forefathers' dream;
Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright--
The gloried guidon of the day, a shelter through the night.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare,
Ye have but my waves to read more
What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare,
Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there.
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on
the spot.
If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on
the spot.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the God read more
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the God of storms,
The lightning and the gale.
A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole,
It does not look likely to stir a man's soul.
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A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole,
It does not look likely to stir a man's soul.
'Tis the deeds that were done 'neath the moth-eaten rag,
When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.
United States, your banner wears
Two emblems--one of fame;
Alas! the other that it bears
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United States, your banner wears
Two emblems--one of fame;
Alas! the other that it bears
Reminds us of your shame.
Your banner's constellation types
White freedom with its stars,
But what's the meaning of the stripes?
They mean your negroes' scars.
