Rule Britannia When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main; Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain: CHO: Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves Britons never, never, never shall be slaves. The nations, not so blest as thee Must, in their turns to tyrants fall Must, in their turns to tyrants fall While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free The dread and envy of them all. Still more majestic shalt thou rise More dreadful from each foreign stroke More dreadful from each foreign stroke As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame All their attempts to bend thee down All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse, arouse thy generous flame But work their woe, and thy renown. To thee belongs the rural reign Thy cities shall with commerce shine Thy cities shall with commerce shine All thine shall be, shall be the subject main And every shore it circles thine. The Muses, still with freedom found Shall to thy happy coast repair Shall to thy happy coast repair Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crowned And manly hearts to guard the fair. XX Oct00
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