Red House Painters Follow

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 tauntingly 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
Blast 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