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.
The nations now more blest than thee
Shall see their haughty Despots fall,
What time thy hapless fate shall be
The scorn and pity of them all.