Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What they stealthily climbed, at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose tall poles and tight chains, made the perilous climb,
O'er the barbed wire they slid, and are now slightly bleeding?

And the search light's white glare, the dogs sniffing the air,
As they patrolled the fence but Jose was not there.
Jose, will that barbed wire barrier keep you away?
Will it deter all your friends? or will they come anyway?