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Let music swell the breeze
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let Mortal tongues awake,
Let rocks their silence break.
The sound prolong.
Our father's God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might.
Great God, our King.
The Star-Spanned Banner
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight?
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;
And the rodcet's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there?
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen thro' 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 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 ban i who ro vauntingly swore,
’Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country they'd leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their four footsteps' pollution,
