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When Britain first at Heav'n's command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain;


Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.


The nations not so blest as thee,
Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.


Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.


Still mor 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! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.


Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.


Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.


To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.


Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.


The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to juide the fair.


Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.


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