THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

O SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous

fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly stream

ing! 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, now conceals, now 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 vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more?

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of fight, 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!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a

nation. Then conquer we must, for 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!

Francis Scott Key (1780-1843)

The American Flag

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THE AMERICAN FLAG

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WHEN Freedom, from her mountain height,

Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory there;
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light;
Then, from his mansion in the sun,
She called her eagle bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand,
The symbol of her chosen land.

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Majestic monarch of the cloud!

Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
To hear the tempest-trumpings loud,
And see the lightning-lances driven,

When strive the warriors of the storm,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven-
Child of the sun! to thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle-stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,

The harbingers of victory!

III

Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly
The sign of hope and triumph high,
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on:
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,

Each soldier

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shall brightly turn
Where thy sky-born glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance;
And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle-shroud,
And gory sabres rise and fall,
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall;

Then shall thy meteor-glances glow,
And cowering foes shall sink beneath

Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death.

IV

Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
When death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at once to heaven and thee,
And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.

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Flag of the free heart's hope and home,

By angel hands to valor given;
The stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?

Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820)

YANKEE DOODLE FATHER and I went down to camp,

Along with Captain Gooding, And there we see the men and boys,

thick as hasty pudding.

Yankee Doodle

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Chorus-Yankee Doodle, keep it up,

Yankee Doodle, dandy,
Mind the music and the step,

And with the girls be handy.

And there we see a thousand men,

As rich as 'Squire David;
And what they wasted every day

I wish it could be saved.

The 'lasses they eat every day

Would keep our house a winter; They have so much that, I'll be bound,

They eat whene'er they're a mind to.

And there we see a swamping gun,

As big as a log of maple, Upon a deucèd little cart,

A load for father's cattle.

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And every time they shoot it off,

It takes a horn of powder,
And makes a noise like father's gun,

Only a nation louder.

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I went as nigh to one myself

As Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh again,

I thought the deuce was in him.

Cousin Simon grew so bold,

I thought he would have cocked it; It scared me so, I shrinked it off,

And hung by father's pocket.

And Captain Davis had a gun,

He kind of clapped his hand on't, And stuck a crooked stabbing-iron

Upon the little end on't.

It scared me so, I hooked it off,

Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned about, till I got home, Locked up in mother's chamber.

Edward Bangs (?) (. 1770]

HAIL! COLUMBIA

HAIL! Columbia, happy land!
Hail! ye heroes, heaven-born band,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,