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 rocket’s 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 that shore, dimly seen through the [mist of the deep],
Where the foe’s haughty host in [dread silence reposes],