Jubente cum primum Deo Britannia Pelagi cavis recessibus caput extulit, Ei in manus hæc charta magna tradita est, Cælestiumque omnis melos cæcinit chorus; _Fluctus regas, domina regas Britannia_; _Nunquam Britannus imperanti serviet_. Sua quamque gentium minus felicium Manet vicissim sors, jugum hostile: interim Tu, Nostra, pulcra, tu vigebis libera, Gens invidenda, gens timendaque omnibus. _Fluctus, &c._ Per damna tu cædesque surges celsior, Ferrumque opes dabit peregrinum tibi: Procella ceu, quæ miscet æthera et salum, Novas tuis vires ministrat quercubus. _Fluctus, &c._ Non te tyrannus perdomabit insolens, Ut sæviat thronoque te dejectum eat: Virtus tua, acriore calcare incita, Illi ruinam, gloriam tibi pariet. _Fluctus, &c._ Ruris colonos imperia beant tua; Cives beant in urbibus commercia; Tibi æquor omne obtemperabit subditum, Et omne, cujus alluit litus, solum. _Fluctus, &c._ Camæna, Libertatis usque hæc est comes, Viset tuam, visamque amabit insulam; Felix nimis! nam filias armat Venus, Et filias qui protegant, Mars filios. _Fluctus regas, domina regas Brittania_; _Nunquam Brittanus imperanti serviet_. From _Blackwood’s Magazine_. April, 1819. ―――― ELECTION SONG. When Canning’s name was first proclaim’d, Resounding Mersey’s strand along; A man for worth and talents fam’d, This was the Freemen’s fav’rite song: Hail great Statesman! the Statesman of our choice! We bid thee welcome and rejoice! The Candidates opposing thee, Must daily find their ardour cool; Whilst thou our pride shall surely be, Declar’d triumphant at the poll. Hail &c. Still as their friends assemble round, With energy our cause to gain; Thy foes shall sicken at the sound, To hear the Freeman’s fav’rite strain. Hail &c. Our commerce round the world shall flow, Surpassing any former time; To thee our native town shall owe, The right to trade to every clime. Hail, &c. From _An Impartial Collection of Addresses, Songs, Squibs, &c., published during the Liverpool Election_, October 1812. ―――― RULE BRITANNIA. When Britain first, impell’d by pride, Usurp’d dominion o’er the main, Blest peace she vainly threw aside, And gave her sons the galling chain. View, Britannia, Britannia view the waves, On which thy darling sons are slaves.