And, drunk with power, contemn’d the throne,
God bade great William rule the waves;
And William scorn’d to govern slaves.
Rule, great William, rule the free!
William Britain’s shield will be!
On their hard hearts they ground their words,
And made them sharp as traitors’ swords,
But cower’d, like dogs, beneath his eye,
When millions shouted to the sky,
Rule, great William, rule the free!