{title: Rule, Britannia!}
{artist: Thomas Arne, 1740}
# work in progress
[G] [D7] [G] [D7] [G] [C] [G] [D7] [G]
[G]When [Em]Bri[G]tain [C]first, at [D]heavens comm[G]and,
a[D]ro[G]se[D] from [Em]out the [A7]azure [D]main
Arose, a[Bm]rose, a[D]rose from [G]out the [D]az[A7]ure [D]main.
[G]This was the [C]charter, the [Am]charter [C]of [A7]the [D]land,
And [G]guar[D7]dian [G]an[D7]gel[G]s [C] [G]sang [D7]the [G]strain.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
[G]The [Em]nat[G]ions [C]not so [D]blest as [G]thee,
Must [D]in[G] [D] their [Em]turn to [A7]tyrants [D]fall,
Must [Bm]in their [D]turn, must [G]in their [D]turn,
To [A7]tyrants [D]fall,
[G]While thou shall [C]flourish,
Shall [Am]flour[C]ish [A7]great and [D]free,
The [G]dr[D7]ead [G]an[D7]d [G]en[C]vy [G]of [D7]them [G]all.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke.
More dreadful, more dreadful
From each foreign stroke.
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
Thee haughty tyrants neer shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down,
All their attempts, all their attempts
To bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame.
But work their woe and thy renown.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine,
Thy cities shall, thy cities shall
With commerce shine.
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
[G]Rule Bri[C]tannia!
Bri[Am]tannia [C]rule [A7]the [D]waves.
[G]Bri[D7]tons [G]never, [D7]never, [G]nev[C]er [G]shall [D7]be [G]slaves.
