“Rule, 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; But work their woe and thy renown. “Rule, 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 every shore it circles thine. “Rule, 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! rule the waves: “Britons never will be slaves.”