When Britain fi-i-irst, at heaven's command, Aro-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main, Arose, arose, arose from out the a-azure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian A-a-angels sang this strain:
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.
Still more maje-e-estic shalt thou rise, More dre-e-e-e-eadful from each foreign stroke, More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke, Loud blast above us, loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to ro-o-o-ot thy native oak.
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.