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 in the stream.
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
o’er the ramparts 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.
‘TIS THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER!
Oh, long may it wave o‘er the land of the free
and the home of the brave!