Where Britain first at Heavns command
Arose from out the azure main
arose arose from out the azure main.
This was the Charter the Charter of the land.
And Guardian Angels sung this strain.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves
Britons Never will be slaves will be slaves.
The Nations not so blest as these
Must in their turns to Tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke:
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native Oak.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
The Muses still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coats repair,
Blest Isle with matchless Beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the Fair.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
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