When Beetain first, at heaven’s command
Arose from out the azure main
Arose, arose, arose from out the a-azure main
This was the charter, the charter of the land
And guardian angels sang this strain: Rule Beetania!
Beetania rule the waves
Beetons never, never, never shall be slaves
Rule Beetania! Beetania rule the waves
Beetons never, never, never shall be slaves
The nations, not so blest as thee
Must in their turn, to tyrants fall
Must in, must in, must in their turn, to tyrants fall
While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all
Rule Beetania! Beetania rule the waves
Beetons never, never, never shall be slaves
Rule Beetania! Beetania rule the waves
Beetons never, never, never shall be slaves
