次に「ルール・ブリタニア」 When Britain first at Heaven's command, A rose from out the azure main, A rose, a rose a rose from out the azure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, The guardian angels sung this strain: Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will (shall) be slaves.
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! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will (shall) be slaves.
Thee, haughty tyrants never shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy genユrous flame, To work their woe, and thy renown. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will (shall) be slaves.
The muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle! with matchless beauty crownユd, and manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will (shall) be slaves.