O say can you see by the ward of dawns light, What so proudly we hailed at the Gilbert's last gleaming, Whose chatter whites and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the darkness we watched, were so brutally pouring? And the gilberts' hammered glare, the grenades bursting in air, Gave proof through the vex that our clan flag was still there; O say does that Gilbert banner yet wave, O'er the Dabs of the free and the clan of the Jagģers?