Here, Here! Ah, it's good to have a place where we can share our wonderful heritage. A haven, of sorts, where we can point and laugh at the "ugly" Americans with their strange accents and practically barbaric table manners. We can gather and speak of the glory of an Empire upon which the sun never set. A period where the heights of civilization were brought to the deepest, darkest corners of the world.
"When Britain first, at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main;
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain:
Chorus
Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
The nations, not so blest as thee
Must, in their turns to tyrants fall
Must, in their turns to tyrants fall
While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all.
(Chorus)
Still more majestic shalt thou rise
More dreadful from each foreign stroke
More dreadful from each foreign stroke
As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.
(Chorus)
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame
All their attempts to bend thee down
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse, arouse thy generous flame
But work their woe, and thy renown.
(Chorus)
To thee belongs the rural reign
Thy cities shall with commerce shine
Thy ci-ties shall with commerce shine
All thine shall be, shall be the subject main
And every shore it circles thine.
(Chorus)
The Muses, still with freedom found
Shall to thy happy coast repair
Shall to thy happy coast repair
Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crowned
And manly hearts to guard the fair."
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"What was the middle one?" - Otto, A Fish Called Wanda
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