
RULE BRITANNIA.
When Britain first at Heaven’s command
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain :
Rule Britannia ! Britannia rule the waves !
Britons never shall be slaves.
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt flourish, great and free,
The dread and envy of them all :
Rule Britannia, &c.
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, &c.
Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame ;
All their attempts to hurl thee down
Will but arouse thy gen’rous flame,
And work their woe but thy renown ;
Rule Britannia,
JUST DO IT ENGLAND