STANZA 1:
When Britain first at Heav'n's command, Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain;
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 2:
The nations not so blest as thee, Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 3:
Still mor 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.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 4:
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.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 5:
To thee belongs the rural reign, They cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 6:
The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guide the fair.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.