When Britain first, at heaven's command
Arose from the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
and guarding angles sang this strain:
Refrein
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never shall be slaves.
The nation 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.