Serves but to root thy native oak.
Rule, Britannia! &c.
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.
Rule, Britannia! &c.
To thee belongs the rural reign:
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,