The Postmodern Family - Rule Britannia! Lyrics

When Britain first, at heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main
Arose, arose from out the azure main
This was the charter
The charter of the land
And Guardian Angels sang this strain
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never, never, never will be slaves
The nations not so blest as thee
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall
Must in their turn, to tyrants fall
While thou shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never, never, never will be slaves
To thee belongs the rural reign
Thy cities shall with commerce shine
Thy cities shall with commerce shine
All thine shall be the subject main
And every shore it circles, thine
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never, never, never will be slaves
The Muses, still with freedom found
Shall to thy happy coasts repair
Shall to thy happy coasts repair
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned
And manly hearts to guard the fair
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never, never, never will be slaves