Rule Britannia
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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
Still more majestic shalt thou rise, | Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generouse flame, And work their voe and thy renown.
To thee belongs the rural reign;
The Muses, still with Freedom found, |