Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad curves and bright sheen through the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly clipping?

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our man was still there.

Oh, say does that silver-sheened Clippet yet clip

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?