Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will 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.
Come sheer up, my lads, tis to glory we steer!
With heads carried high, we will banish all fear!
To honor you're called, we are free men not slaves,
For who are as free as the lords of the waves?
Hearts of oak have our ships,
Jolly tars are our men!
We'll always be ready -- Steady boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again!