Oh, 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 streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, and the bombs in air,
Gave us proof through the night that our flag was still there.
And the flag marked with blood, with the blood of our hands
And our hands marked with death, with the blood of a man
And a man on the cross, and the cross on our hearts
Has it done nothing more, than to drive us apart?
And the rockets red glare
And the bombs in the air
Gave us proof through the night that our flag was still there
And the flag marked with blood, with the blood of our hands
And our hands marked with death, with the blood of a man
And a man on the cross, and the cross on our hearts
Has it done nothing more, than to drive us apart?
O say, does that star
(O say, does that star)
O'er the land of the free
(O'er the land of the free)
And the home of the brave?
(And the home of the brave?)