When Britain first at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main This was the charter, the charter of the land And guardian angels sang this strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!
Land of hope and glory, mother of the free, How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee? Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set. God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet. God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.
God grant that Marshal Wade Shall by Thy mighty aid Victory bring! Let him sedition hush And like a torrent rush Rebellious Scots to crush! God save the King!
"My loving friends! We see the sails of the enemy approaching. We hear the Abyssal guns over the water. Soon now, we will meet them face to face. I am resolved in the midst and heat of the battle to live or die amongst you all!
While we stand together, no invader shall pass. Let them come with the navies of hell! They will not pass!
And when this day of battle is ended, we shall meet again in heaven, or on the waves of victory!"