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

Rule Britannia Britannia rule the waves

Britons never will be slaves

The nations not so blest as thee

Must in their turn to tyrants fall

Must in their turn 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

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

All their attempts to bend thee down

Will but arouse thy generous flame

But work their woe and thy renown

Rule Britannia Britannia rule the waves

Britons never will be slaves

The muses still with freedom found

Shall to thy happy coasts repair

Shall to thy happy coasts repair

Blest isle with matchless beauty crowned

And manly hearts to guard the fair

Rule Britannia Britannia rule the waves

Britons never will be slaves

Rule Britannia Britannia rule the waves

Britons never will be slaves