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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
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
THE AMERICAN FLAG
WHEN Freedom, from her mountain height,
Unfurled her standard to the air,
And set the stars of glory there;
Majestic monarch of the cloud!
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
When strive the warriors of the storm,
The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly
shall brightly turn
Then shall thy meteor-glances glow,
Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
By angel hands to valor given;
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.
Chorus-Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle, dandy,
And with the girls be handy.
And there we see a thousand men,
As rich as 'Squire David;
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.
And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder,
Only a nation louder.
I went as nigh to one myself
As Siah's underpinning;
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, happy land!