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13 августа 2005 |
14:53 Rule Britannia |
When Britain first at Heav'n's command Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain; Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. The nations not so blest as thee, Shall in their turns to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. Still mor 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! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. 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! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. To thee belongs the rural reign; They cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to juide the fair. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. |
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