When Britons first at hea-ven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose from 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 never never shall be slaves;
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves; Britons never never never shall be slaves!
Still more majestic shall thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
More dreadful dreadful from each foreign stroke.
As the loud blast, the blast that tears the sky,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves; Britons never never never shall be slaves;
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves; Britons never never never shall be slaves!

The muses still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair,
Shall to thy happy happy coast repair,
Blest Isle matchless! With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves; Britons never never never shall be slaves;
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves; Britons never never never shall-be-slaves!