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RULE BRITANNIA

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Paul
Paul
25 Aug 2020 14:43

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
 

When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And Guardian Angels sang this strain:
 

The nations not so blest as thee
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish great and free:
The dread and envy of them all.
 

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.
 

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.
 

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.
 

The Muses, still with freedom found,
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, never, never shall be slaves
 

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vicks
vicks
25 Aug 2020 22:12

Remember to sing the chorus (as loudly as you can) after each verse!!

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Lynne
Lynne
27 Aug 2020 05:23

daily cartoon

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