Smile Britannia

Smile, smile, Britannia smile, Thy genius comes again; To guard thy fruitful isle, And thunder o'er the main. Thy gallant sons disdain the ease, Now crown thee mistress of their seas. Now crown thee, &c.

While dauntless they advance, And bid the cannons roar; They'll scourge the pride of France, And shake th' Imperial shore. Deriding trumpets o'er the waves, With courage never known to slaves. With courage never &c.

The deck all stain'd with blood, The bullets wing'd with fate; The wide and restless flood, Cannot the rage abate. In Anson's and in Warren's wake, The souls of Russel and of Blake. The souls &c.

Britons pursue the blow, Like sons of Britons fight; Convince the haughty foe. That you'll maintain your right. Defiance bid to France and Spain, Assert your empire o'er the main. Assert your Empire &c.