O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
Oh, say can ye see bi the dawn's early licht
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whit sae proodly we hailed at the glaomin's last gleamin?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
Whase braid spraings an bricht starns thru the dangerous fecht,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming?
Ower the ramparts we watched were so gallantly tovin?
And the rocket's red glare, the bomb bursting in air,
An the rocket's reid glare, the bombs burstin in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
Gied proof throu the nicht that wir banner wis still there.
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
Oh, say daes that starn-spangled banner yet waff
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
On the shore, dimly seen throu the ures o the howe,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
Whaur the foe's pauchtie host in dreid wheesht reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
Whit is that that the breeze, ower the tourin steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
As it flichtrify blaws, hauf scouks, hauf kythes?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
Nou it cleeks the gleam o the mornin's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
In fu glore reflectit nou sheens in the tove:
'Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
'Tis the starn-spangled banner! Oh lang may it waff
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
An whaur is that band that so blawingly swuire
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
That the dirdum o weir an the battle's steer,
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
A hame an a kintra shoud leave us nae mair!
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution.
Thair bluid haes washt oot thair fool fitstaps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
Nae hauld coud hain the thirlman an sclave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
Frae the terror o flicht, or the gloom o the graff:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
An the starn-spangled banner in triumph daes waff
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht!
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Oh! sicwice be it e’er, whan freemen sall staund
Between their lov'd home and the war's desolation!
Aween thair loued hame an the weir's ruinage!
Blest with vict'ry and peace may the heav'n rescued land
Seilie wi victory an peace, may the heav'n rescued laund
Praise the power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
Ruise the Pouer that haes makit an preserit us a naition.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
Then daunton we maun, whan wir cause it is jonick,
And this be our motto - In God is our trust,
An this be wir motto: In God is wir trust.
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
An the starn-spangled banner in triumph sall waff
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Ower the laund o the free an the hame o the wicht!