User:PeterJohnSteel

Rule Britannia

When Britain first, at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, Arose, 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, never, never shall be slaves. The nations not so blest as thee Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall, Must in their turn, 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, never, never shall 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! Britannia, rule the waves! Britons never, never, never shall be slaves. 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. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves! Britons never, never, never shall be slaves. The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coasts repair, Shall to thy happy coasts repair. Oh, blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves! Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.