Text: James Thomson and David Mallet
Music: Thomas Augustine Arne (1710-1778)
When Britain first at Heav'ns 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.
The Nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their Turns, 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.
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.