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 on 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