Hail! Britain, mistress of the Azure Main,
Ten Thousand Fleets sweep over thee in vain!
Hail! mighty mother of the brave and free,
That beat Napoleon, and gave birth to me!
Thou that canst wrap in thine emblazoned robe
One quarter of the habitable globe.
Thy mountains, wafted by a favouring breeze,
Like mighty hills withstand the stormy seas.
Warning to Britain
Thou art a Christian Commonwealth. And yet