The Songs of England/Volume 1/Rule, Britannia!

by John Liptrot Hatton

For other versions of this work, see Rule, Britannia!.

Rule, Britannia!
	Dr. Arne. 1740.

1.

When Britain first, at Heav'n's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
"Britons never will be slaves."

2.

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.
Rule, Britannia! &c.

3.

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! &c.

4.

Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy gen'rous flame,
To work their woe, and thy renown.
Rule, Britannia! &c.

5.

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! &c.

5.

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! &c.