O Say Can You Sing? Christina Aguilera Accused of Butchering National Anthem

Christina Aguilera has become the latest star to apparently blow the national anthem. In her case, she left out the “O’er the ramparts we watched” — a critical and noticeable line. However, the real question is why we have a national anthem that only a castrato with a photographic memory can sing.

I do not wish to insult anyone, but our national anthem is pretty lame. It lacks the power of the “La Marseillaise” and the accessibility of “Oh Canada.” Just look at the words and think how few Americans can actually recite let alone sing this song:

O! say 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,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
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, O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly 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.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest 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!

“The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” anyone? I must say that I have long had a particular fondness for O Canada (as well as the Canadian flag). While it is a bit too late to take over that country to take either item, we might consider finding a song that a citizen can sing.

Source:Huffington Post

85 thoughts on “O Say Can You Sing? Christina Aguilera Accused of Butchering National Anthem”

  1. I need a good translator…

    To Anacreon In Heaven ; The ANACREONTIC SONG

    as Sung at the Crown and Anchor Tavern in the Strand

    the Words by
    RALPH TOMLINSON ESQ R, late President of that SOCIETY.

    ————————Price 6d.————————

    Printed by Longman and Broderip. N o26, Cheapside and N o13, Hay Market

    To ANACREON in Heav’n, where he sat in full Glee,
    A few Sons of Harmony sent a Petition,
    That He their Inspirer and Patron wou’d be;
    When this Answer arriv’d from the JOLLY OLD GRECIAN
    “Voice, Fiddle, and Flute,
    “No longer be mute,
    “I’ll lend you my Name and inspire you to boot,
    “And, besides, I’ll instruct you like me, to intwine
    “The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’s Vine.

    The news through OLYMPUS immediately flew;
    When OLD THUNDER pretended to give himself Airs_
    If these Mortals are suffer’d their Scheme to pursue,
    The Devil a Goddess will stay above Stairs.
    “Hark! already they cry,
    “In Transports of Joy
    “Away to the Sons of ANACREON we’ll fly,
    “And there, with good Fellows, we’ll learn to intwine
    “The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.

    “The YELLOW-HAIR’D GOD and his nine fusty Maids
    “From HELICON’S Banks will incontinent flee,
    “IDALIA will boast but of tenantless Shades,
    “And the bi-forked Hill a mere Desart will be
    “My Thunder, no fear on’t,
    “Shall soon do it’s Errand,
    “And, dam’me! I’ll swinge the Ringleaders I warrant,
    “I’ll trim the young Dogs, for thus daring to twine
    “The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.

    APOLLO rose up; and said, “Pr’ythee ne’er quarrel,
    “Good King of the Gods with my Vot’ries below:
    “Your Thunder is useless_then, shewing his Laurel,
    Cry’d. “Sic evitabile fulmen, you know!
    “Then over each Head
    “My Laurels I’ll spread
    “So my Sons from your Crackers no Mischief shall dread,
    “Whilst snug in their Club-Room, they Jovially twine
    “The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.

    Next MOMUS got up, with his risible Phiz,
    And swore with APOLLO he’d cheerfull join_
    “The full Tide of Harmony still shall be his,
    “But the Song, and the Catch, & the Laugh shall bemine
    “Then, JOVE, be not jealous
    Of these honest Fellows,
    Cry’d JOVE, “We relent, since the Truth you now tell us;
    “And swear, by OLD STYX, that they long shall entwine
    “The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.

    Ye Sons of ANACREON, then, join Hand in Hand;
    Preserve Unanimity, Friendship, and Love!
    ‘Tis your’s to support what’s so happily plann’d;
    You’ve the Sanction of Gods, and the FIAT of JOVE.
    While thus we agree
    Our Toast let it be.
    May our Club flourish happy, united and free!
    And long may the Sons of ANACREON intwine
    The Myrtle of VENUS with BACCHUS’S Vine.

    sic evitabile fulmen roughly translates to “this repels thunderbolts” (It was a common
    Roman belief that laurel provided protection from lightning.)

    fusty = close or stuffy, old-fashioned, of stale wine
    phiz = facial expression
    risible = pertaining to laughter
    swinge = beat, flog, or chastise

    The Anacreontic Song was written for the Anacreontic Society.

  2. As a companion to Woodie


  3. It’s an awkward melody with scansion as bad as the third verse of a Protestant hymn.

    In case anyone was wondering:


  4. HenMan 1, February 7, 2011 at 2:14 pm

    Woosty and Blouise-

    If Tootie can spout nonsense here, so can I. And Casimir sends his love and a cold bottle of Blatz.
    Henman, Nonsense in the right vein is always welcome to me, and thanks for the beer! [I never drank beer till recently, who knew it was so tasty????!]

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