PB39 [VK] Jesper Portus: Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the Waves, Britons never will be slaves!
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;
|:Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.:|
The nations not so blest as thee,
Must in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
|:Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.:|
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! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.:|
Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
To work their woe, and thy renown.
|:Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.:|
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine, shall be the subject main,
And ev’ry shore it circles thine.
|:Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.:|
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crown’d,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
|:Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.:|