Rule Britannia (Traditiona)
When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main Arose from, arose from out the azure main This was the charter, the charter of the Land And Guardian Angels sang this strain
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever 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 great and free The dread and envy of them all
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Still more majestic shalt thou rise More dreadful from each foreign stroke More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies Serves but to root the native oak
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame All their attempts to bend thee down All their, all their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame But work their woe and their renown
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
The Muses still with Freedom found Shall to thy happy coast repair Shall to thy happy, 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, ever, ever shall be slaves Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
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