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Rule Britannia.
Words by Thomson.
Music by Dr. Arne.
When Britain first at Heav'n's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main.
This was the charter,
The charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang the strain,
Chorus
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never, never, never shall 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.
Chorus
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never, never, never shall 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 rends the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Chorus
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 coast repair,
Blest isle with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Chorus
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Bunty :}
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Bunty Pritchard Jones
http://www.antiques9.fsbusiness.co.uk
Rule Britannia
Two tanners make a bob
King George never ever ever
Shaved his knob
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