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1.When Britain first at Heav'n's command
　Arose from out the azure main;
　Arose, arose from out the azure main;
　This was the charter, the charter of the land,
　And guardian angels sang this strain;

(Chorus)
　Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
　Britons never never never will(shall) be slaves.

2.The nations not so blest as thee,
　Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
　Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
　While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free,
　The dread and envy of them all.
　(Chorus)

3.Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
　More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
　More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke;
　As the loud blast, loud blast that tears the skies,
　Serves but to root thy native oak.
　(Chorus)

4.Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
　All their attempts to bend thee down
　All their attempts to bend thee down
　Will but arouse, arouse thy generous flame;
　But work their woe, and thy renown.
　(Chorus)

5.To thee belongs the rural reign;
　Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
　Thy cities, thy cities shall with commerce shine;
　All thine shall be the subject main,
　And every shore it circles thine.
　(Chorus)

6.The Muses, still with freedom found,
　Shall to thy happy coast repair;
　Shall to thy happy coast repair;
　Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,
　And manly hearts to guide the fair.
　(Chorus)

>> No.1666358

Enjoy your sunset, "Great" Britain.

>> No.1666362
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1666362

Hey England? Remember the Revolutionary War! FUCK YEAH!

>> No.1666363

>>1666358
u mad?

>> No.1666374
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1666374

Enjoy your nanny state you britfags

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1666383

I'm in your England...killing your welfare

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>>1666362

>> No.1666393
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>>1666387

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>>1666393
;_;

>> No.1666401

Britons never never never shall be slaves!

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>>1666396

China is superior

>> No.1666476

>>1666396
Can't tell who the fuck is saying what

>> No.1666776

>>1666383
RIN IS NOT THAT FLAT.

She is that kinky, though.

>> No.1666801

>>1666351
High res of that pic, where?

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1667536

I'll sing you a song of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
When they played that sweet game they call Erin Go Bragh.

One of our comrades was down at Ringsend,
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to Pat Pearse and his comrades who died
Tom Clarke, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, MacBride,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

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1667565

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

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