O say, can you WORD, by the dawn`s early WORD,
What so WORD we hail`d at the twilight`s last WORD?
Whose WORD stripes and bright WORD, thro` the perilous WORD,
O`er the ramparts we WORD, were so gallantly streaming?
And the WORD`s WORD glare, the bombs WORD in air,
Gave WORD thro` the night that our WORD was still there.
O say, does that WORD-spangled banner yet WORD
O`er the land of the WORD and the WORD of the WORD?