Come on, let's sing a high-oh!

Drinking, mother, drinking, mother

Pots, the gravy, please

Drinking, mother, drinking, mother

It brings me to my feet

Six minutes now past the hour,

Ricking, mother, from the broadcast class

And teleport, thank you for being with us today

A brand new hour has begun

And this hour starts with the National Anthem

Our National Anthem today

Here's Leigh Ann Rhymes

Who's sick, 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

Or the ramparts we watched

Were so gallantly streaming

And the run gets wrangled

The bombs bursting in air

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