When Britain fi-i-irst, at hea'en's command, Aro-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main, Arose, arose from ou-ou-ou-out the a-zure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian a-a-angels sang this strain: Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves And Britons never, never, never shall be slaves. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves. And Britons never, never, never shall be slaves. The nations, no-o-o-o-ot so blest as thee, Must i-i-i-i-in their turn, to ty-y—yrants fall, Must in their turn, to ty-y-rants fall, While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free, The dread and e-e-e-e-nvy of them all. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves. Britons never, never, never shall be slaves. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves. Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.Read full review
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