Rule Britannia

Rule,Britannia!

When Britain first— at Heaven's command

Arose— from out the azure main

Arose, 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 never will be slaves.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,

Britons never never will be slaves.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:

More dreadful, dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke.

As the loud blast,

The blast that tears the skies,

Serves but to root thy native oak.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,

Britons never never will be slaves.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,

Britons never never will be slaves.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:

All their attempts to bend thee down,

All their, all their, all their attempts to bend thee down

Will but arouse thy,

Arouse thy generous flame;

But work their woe, and thy renown.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,

Britons never never will be slaves.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,

Britons never never will be slaves.

The Muses, still with freedom found,

Shall to— thy happy coast repair:

Shall to, shall to, shall to thy happy coast repair

Blest isle! with matchless,

With matchless beauty crown'd,

And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,

Britons never never will be slaves.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,

Britons never never will be slaves.