by the dawns early light, What so proud-ly we hail'd at the

1. {Whose stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,

O'er the ram parts we watch'd, were so {What is that which the breeze, o'er the tow-er- ing steep, As it fit fully blows, half con

thro the mist of the deep, Where the foes haughty host in dread

last gleam-ing; } And the rock-et's red glare, the bombs burst-ing in air, Gave the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full

Now it catch - es

Andante.

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

Music by HENRY CAREY.

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that are so

1. Of all the girls
smart, There's none like pret-ty
Sal-ly;
She is the
2. Of all the days that's in the week, I dear-ly love but one day, And that's the