Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
James Thomson
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When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: 'Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad.
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