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 * The nations (not ſo bleſt as thee)

Muſt, in their turns to Tyrants fall, Muſt, in their turns, to Tyrants fall While thou ſhalt flouriſh—ſhalt flouriſh great and free, The dread and envy of them all.
 * Rule, Britannia, &c.


 * Still more Majeſtic ſhalt thou riſe,

More dreadful, from each foreign ſtroke, More dreadful from foreign ſtroke, As the loud blaſt that—loud blaſt that tears the ſkies, Serve but to root thy native oak
 * Rule, Britannia, &c.


 * The haughty Tyrants ne'er ſhall tame,

All their attempts to bend thee down,
 * All their attempts to bend thee down.

Will but arouſe thy—arouſe thy gen'rous flame, But work their woe, and they renown.
 * Rule, Britannia, &c.


 * To the [sic] belongs the rural reign,

Thy cities ſhall with commerce ſhine, Thy cities ſhall with commerce ſhine, All thine ſhall be the—ſhall be the ſubject main; And every ſhore it circles, thine.
 * Rule, Britannia, &c.


 * The Muſes ſtill with freedom found,

Shall to thy happy coaſt, repair, Shall to thy happy coaſts, repair, BleBlest [sic] iſle! with matchleſs—with matchleſs beauty crown'd, And manly heart to guard the Fair,
 * Rule, Britannia, &c.