I'm sorry poor Dunraven's crack
So prematurely has gone down;
But mine has kept the winning tack,
And well upheld the isle's renown.
Rule, Britannia! &c.
When Jonathan thy match hath found,
He'll to our coasts again repair.
We'll have another friendly round,
With manly hearts and all things fair.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves,