# The Star-Spangled Banner

15-starn, 15-spraing *Starn-Spangled Banner*, the Unitit States flag uised in 1814 at Fort McHenry
The Starn-Spangled Banner (Inglis: *Star-Spangled Banner*) is the naitional anthem o the Unitit States. The leerics come frae a poem written in 1814 bi Francis Scott Key durin the War o 1812 as the Breetish wis bombardin Fort McHenry. For ordinar juist the first verse is sung.

The poem wis set tae the tuin o a weel-kent Breetish drinkin sang, written bi John Stafford Smith for the Anacreontic Society, a Lunnon social club. *The Anacreontic Song* wis awreadies weel-kent in the Unitit States an set tae sindry leerics. Set tae Key's poem an renamed, *The Starn-Spangled Banner* wad suin become a kenspeckle American patriotic sang.

Hail leerics| Oreeginal Inglis Lyrics | "Scots translate" |
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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 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.
Oh, 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 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 vauntingly 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!
Blest 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!  |
Oh, say can ye see bi the dawn's early licht
Whit sae proodly we hailed at the glaomin's last gleamin?
Whase braid spraings an bricht starns thru the dangerous fecht,
Ower the ramparts we watched were so gallantly tovin?
An the rocket's reid glare, the bombs burstin in air,
Gied proof throu the nicht that wir banner wis still there.
Oh, say daes that starn-spangled banner yet waff
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht?
On the shore, dimly seen throu the ures o the howe,
Whaur the foe's pauchtie host in dreid wheesht reposes,
Whit is that that the breeze, ower the tourin steep,
As it flichtrify blaws, hauf scouks, hauf kythes?
Nou it cleeks the gleam o the mornin's first beam,
In fu glore reflectit nou sheens in the tove:
'Tis the starn-spangled banner! Oh lang may it waff
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht!
An whaur is that band that so blawingly swuire
That the dirdum o weir an the battle's steer,
A hame an a kintra shoud leave us nae mair!
Thair bluid haes washt oot thair fool fitstaps' pollution.
Nae hauld coud hain the thirlman an sclave
Frae the terror o flicht, or the gloom o the graff:
An the starn-spangled banner in triumph daes waff
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht!
Oh! sicwice be it e’er, whan freemen sall staund
Aween thair loued hame an the weir's ruinage!
Seilie wi victory an peace, may the heav'n rescued laund
Ruise the Pouer that haes makit an preserit us a naition.
Then daunton we maun, whan wir cause it is jonick,
An this be wir motto: "In God is wir trust."
An the starn-spangled banner in triumph sall waff
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht!  |