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Chords and Lyrics for Rule, Britannia

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Music by Thomas Arne
Words by James Thomson

VERSE 1

     G                 D7          G 
When Britain first, at Heav'n's command,

      D            Em7 A7      D 
Arose from out the a------zure main,

                         Em      D A7  D 
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main,

G            C            Am      D  A7  D 
This was the charter, the charter of the land,

    G   A7   G D7 G Am   G    D7   G 
And guardian an-----gels sung this strain:

CHORUS

G7       C 
Rule, Britannia!

G7 Am      D    A7  D 
Britannia, rule the waves;

G  D7   G  D7 G Am G    D7 G 
Britons nev-----er will be slaves.

G7       C 
Rule, Britannia!

G7 Am      D    A7  D 
Britannia, rule the waves;

G  D7   G  D7 G Am G    D7 G 
Britons nev-----er will be slaves.

VERSE 2

     G              D7       G 
The  nations not so blest as thee,

        D             Em7 A7      D 
Must in their turn to ty----rants fall,

                  Em7    D A7    D 
Must in their turn___ to tyrants fall;

G                C              Am       D     A7  D 
While thou shalt flourish shalt flourish great and free,

    G     D7  G D7 G Am G  D7   G 
The dread and en-----vy of them all.

CHORUS

G7       C 
Rule, Britannia!

G7 Am      D    A7  D 
Britannia, rule the waves;

G  D7   G  D7 G Am G    D7 G 
Britons nev-----er will be slaves.

G7       C 
Rule, Britannia!

G7 Am      D    A7  D 
Britannia, rule the waves;

G  D7   G  D7 G Am G    D7 G 
Britons nev-----er will be slaves.

ADDITIONAL LYRICS:

VERSE 3

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.

CHORUS

4. Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;

All their attempts to bend thee down,

Will but arouse thy gen'rous flame,

To work their woe, and thy renown.

CHORUS

VERSE 5

To thee belongs the rural reign,

Thy cities shall with commerce shine;

All thine, shall be the subject main,

And ev'ry shore it circles, thine.

CHORUS

VERSE 6

The muses, still with freedom found,

Shall to thy happy coast repair;

Blest Isle! with matchless beauty crowned,

And manly hearts to guard the fair.

CHORUS

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