Rule Britannia

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When Britain first at Heaven’s command

Arose from out the azure main,

Arose, 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 rules the waves,

Britons never never never will be slaves


The nations not so blest as thee

Must in their turn to tyrants bend,

Must in their turn, must in their turn to tyrants bend.

While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free

And to the weak protection lend.


The Muses, still with freedom found,

Shall to thy happy coast repair;

Shall to thy happy coast, thy happy coast repair

Blest Isle!  With beauty, with matchless beauty crown’d

And manly hearts to guard the fair.

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