On England’s Naval Triumphs in the Present War

Sublime to all the rising winds BRITANNIA’S ensigns gaily stream; From HOWE’S bright day proud Gallia finds Her naval strength a vanish’d dream; “That Britain rules the subject waves, “And vows her sons shall ne’er be slaves.

When JERVIS, on the Atlantic deep, Intrepid crush’d Iberia’s sails, He taught St Vincent’s rocky steep, Her torrid hills, and sultry vales, “That great Britannia rul’d the waves, “And vow’d her sons should ne’er be slaves.

And when illustrious DUNCAN stood To France and Holland’s blended train, In tyrant and apostate blood Afresh he stampt the patriot strain, “Rule Britannia, rule the waves, “Britons never shall be slaves.

But hark! from Afric’s glowing shores What sounds exulting Glory brings! How loud Britannia’s Lion roars, How high her Genius soars—and sings “Rule Britannia, &c.

The motley flag of France no more Shall vaunting greet her bloody coast, Before resistless NELSON’S power It sunk!—appall’d!—o’erwhelm’d!—and lost! “Rule Britannia, &c.

Invaded Egypt, at the sight, Her grateful shores illumin’d wide; Old Nile records that wondrous night, Resounding o’er his purpled tide, “Rule Britannia, &c.

Ye partners of that matchless hour, Return, to future ages famed; Return the charter’d song to pour When NELSON and the Nile are named, “Rule Britannia, rule the waves, “Britons never shall be slaves.