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��RULE, BRITANNIA.
kHEN Britain firft, at Heaven's command,
Arofe from out the azure main, Arofe, &'c.
This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian angels fung the ftrain Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, For Britons never will be (laves.
The nations, not fo bleft as thee,
Mult in their turn, to tyrants fall,
Muftin, &c. Whilft thou (halt flourim, malt flourifli great and
The dread and envy of them all. [free,
Rule, Britannia, &c.
Still more majeftic fhalt thou rife,
More dreadful from each foreign ftroke, More dreadful, c.
As the loud blaft, the blaft that tears the ikies, Serves but to root thy native oak.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
E Ther,
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