When Britain first at Heav'n's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
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 shall be slaves.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never shall be slaves.
(...)
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
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 shall be slaves.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never shall be slaves.
(...)
(in Welsh)
When Britain first, at Heaven'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 shall be slaves.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never shall be slaves.
(...)
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never shall be slaves.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never shall be slaves.
