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Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
But my fause lover stole my rose,
And left the sharpest thorn wi' me
RULE BRITANNIA.
When Britain first at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main:
This was the charter of our 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 turn to tyrants fall;
While thou shaft flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all:
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never will be slaves.
FINIS.
