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James Thomson - Rule, Britannia! (With Variations)
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When Britain first, at heaven`s command,
   Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
   And guardian Angels sung this strain:
       "Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
       Britons never will be slaves.

The nations, not so blest as thee,
   Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
   The dread and envy of them all.
       "Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
       Britons never will be slaves.

Still more 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, 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, 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, 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 guard the fair.
       "Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
       Britons never will be slaves.
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