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