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The nations not so blest as thee Must in their turn to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia, &c. |
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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, &c. |
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Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ;
All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy gen'rous flame
To work their woe, and thy renown. Rule, Britannia, &c. |
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To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main, And ev'ry shore it circles, thine. Rule, Britannia, &c.
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The muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair ;
Blest Isl^ivithAnAtchless beau'iy'crown'd. And manly heaYts to guard* the 'fair. :;^u^;Biitanui'a, &c. |
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