Rule Britannia Songtext

von Della Jones

When Britain first at Heav'n's command
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 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.