On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
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Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
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What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
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As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
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Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
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In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
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'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
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That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
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A home and a country should leave us no more!
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Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
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No refuge could save the hireling and slave
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From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
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And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
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Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
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Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
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Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
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Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
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And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
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And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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The Star Spangled Banner
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| Red House Painters |
