Rule, Britannia!

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Rule Britannia
Thomas Arne (music) and James Thomson (lyrics)
"Rule, Britannia!" is a patriotic British national song, originating from the poem "Rule, Britannia" by James Thomson, and set to music by Thomas Arne in 1740. The song was included in Alfred, a masque about Alfred the Great co-written by Thomson and David Mallet and first performed at Cliveden, country home of Frederick, Prince of Wales, to celebrate the accession of King George I and the birthday of the Princess Augusta.Excerpted from Rule, Britannia! on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

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"Rule, Britannia", sung by Albert Farrington in 1914 (help | file info or download)
As set to music
Original poem
1
When Britain first, at Heaven'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 sung this strain:
        "Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
        "Britons never[1] will be slaves."

[Chorus]

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.
1
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
"Britons never will be slaves."
2
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, shalt flourish great and free,
    The dread and envy of them all.
        Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
        Britons never will be slaves.


[Chorus]

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.
2
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.
"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
"Britons never will be slaves."
3
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
    More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
    More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that, loud blast that tears the skies,
    Serves but to root thy native oak.
        Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
        Britons never will be slaves.

[Chorus]

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.
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! rule the waves:
"Britons never will be slaves."
4
Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
    All their attempts to bend thee down,
    All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy, arouse thy generous flame;
    But work their woe, and thy renown.
        Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
        Britons never will be slaves.

[Chorus]

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.
4
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.
"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
"Britons never will be slaves."
5
To thee belongs the rural reign;
    Thy cities shall with commerce shine,
    Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine, shall be subject, shall be the subject main,[2]
    And every shore it circles, thine.
        Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
        Britons never will be slaves.

[Chorus]

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.
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! rule the waves:
"Britons never will be slaves."
6
The Muses, still with freedom found,
    Shall to thy happy coast repair,
    Shall to, shall to, shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd,
    And manly hearts to guard the fair.
        Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
        Britons never will be slaves.

[Chorus]

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.
6
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! rule the waves:
"Britons never will be slaves."


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Notes[edit]

  1. Often sung "never, never, never"
  2. This verse is almost never sung, and doesn't quite fit the way the other verses break this line. This is a guess at the correct form.