James Thomson - Rule Britannia

James Thomson - Rule Britannia

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


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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