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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.