Monday, March 31, 2014

Start Strangled Banter

O say can you sleep by the rocket's red glare

what so proudly we hail whose bright stripes and red stars

thru the perilous gleaming bombs bursting in the air

gave proof thru the night that our ramparts were watched

old hay says the farmer gave proof thru the night

oh say does that startled spaniel bursting in air

o'er the land of the wave and the home of the banner