Louis Albert Banks,
Immortal Songs of Camp and Field
“ Britannia rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves. Thee, haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame,— But work their woe and thy renown. Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves. To thee belongs the rural reign, Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore encircles thine. Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves. ”
