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, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam

In full glory reflected now shines in the stream

'Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

And where is that band who so tauntingly 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 flight, 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 home and the war's desolation

Blast with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation

Then conquer we must, when 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