d&nbsp；banner&nbsp；yet&nbsp；wave

o&#039；er&nbsp；the&nbsp；land&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；free&nbsp；and&nbsp；the&nbsp；home&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；brave？

on&nbsp；the&nbsp；shore，&nbsp；dimly&nbsp；seen&nbsp；through&nbsp；the&nbsp；mists&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；deep，

where&nbsp；the&nbsp；foe&#039；s&nbsp；haughty&nbsp；host&nbsp；in&nbsp；dread&nbsp；silence&nbsp；reposes，

what&nbsp；is&nbsp；that&nbsp；which&nbsp；the&nbsp；breeze，&nbsp；o&#039；er&nbsp；the&nbsp；towering&nbsp；steep，

as&nbsp；it&nbsp；fitfully&nbsp；blows，&nbsp；half&nbsp；conceals，&nbsp；half&nbsp；discloses？

now&nbsp；it&nbsp；catches&nbsp；the&nbsp；gleam&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；morning&#039；s&nbsp；first&nbsp；beam，

in&nbsp；full&nbsp；glory&nbsp；reflected&nbsp；now&nbsp；shines&nbsp；in&nbsp；the&nbsp；stream：

&#039；tis&nbsp；the&nbsp；star…spangled&nbsp；banner！&nbsp；oh&nbsp；long&nbsp；may&nbsp；it&nbsp；wave

o&#039；er&nbsp；the&nbsp；land&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；free&nbsp；and&nbsp；the&nbsp；home&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；brave。

and&nbsp；where&nbsp；is&nbsp；that&nbsp；band&nbsp；who&nbsp；so&nbsp；vauntingly&nbsp；swore

that&nbsp；the&nbsp；havoc&nbsp；of&nbsp；war&nbsp；and&nbsp；the&nbsp；battle&#039；s&nbsp；confusion，

a&nbsp；home&nbsp；and&nbsp；a&nbsp；country&nbsp；should&nbsp；leave&nbsp；us&nbsp；no&nbsp；more！

their&nbsp；blood&nbsp；has&nbsp；washed&nbsp；out&nbsp；of&nbsp；of&nbsp；their&nbsp；foul&nbsp；footsteps&#039；&nbsp；pollution。

no&nbsp；refuge&nbsp；could&nbsp；save&nbsp；the&nbsp；hireling&