_John Dryden._ THOMSON XIX RULE BRITANNIA When Britain first at Heaven’s command Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of her land, And guardian angels sang the strain: _Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves! Britons never shall be slaves_. The nations not so blest as thee Must in their turn to tyrants fall, Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free-- The dread and envy of them all! Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the last blast which tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, And work their woe and thy renown. To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine! The Muses, still with Freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown’d, And manly hearts to guard the fair:-- _Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves! Britons never shall be slaves!_ _James Thomson._ DYER XX DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN Here’s a health to the King and a lasting peace, To faction an end, to wealth increase! Come, let’s drink it while we have breath, For there’s no drinking after death;-- And he that will this health deny, _Down among the dead men-- Down among the dead men-- Down, down, down, down, Down among the dead men let him lie!_ _John Dyer._ ANONYMOUS XXI GOD SAVE THE KING God save our lord, the King, Long live our noble King,-- God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us,-- God save the King! O Lord, our God, arise, Scatter his enemies, And make them fall! Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks! On Thee our hopes we fix,-- God save us all! Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleased to pour,-- Long may he reign! May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the King! _Anonymous._ GARRICK XXII HEARTS OF OAK Come, cheer up, my lads, ’tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year, To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves? Hearts of oak are our ships, hearts of oak are our men, We always are ready, Steady, boys, steady, We’ll fight and we’ll conquer again and again.