- When Britain first, at heaven’s command,
- Arose from out the azure main,
- Arose, arose from out the azure main,
- This was the charter, the charter of the land,
- And guardian angels sang this strain:
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- Rule, Britannia!
- Britannia, rule the waves
- Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
- Rule, Britannia!
- Britannia, rule the waves.
- Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
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- Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
- More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
- More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke,
- Loud blast above us, loud blast that tears the skies
- Serves but to root thy native oak.
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- Rule, Britannia!
- Britannia, rule the waves.
- Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
- Rule, Britannia!
- Britannia, rule the waves.
- Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
