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.