God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen:
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save the Queen.
O Lord, our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On thee our hopes we fix:
God save the Queen.
Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign:
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice
God save the Queen.
From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!
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O 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 THROUGH 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;
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 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, O 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.
O THUS BE IT EVER, WHEN FREEMEN SHALL STAND
BETWEEN THEIR LOVED HOMES AND THE WAR'S DESOLATION.
BLEST WITH VICT'RY 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!