Gezelschapsliederen of uitgezochte verzameling van 145 Nederlandsche Zangen en 14 Volksliederen
(ca. 1900)–Jb. Kwast– Auteursrecht onbekend
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Rule Bri-tan-nia, Bri-tan-nia rule the waves,
For Bri - tons ne - ver will be slaves.
Still more majestic shalt thou rise
More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
As the loud blast, that tears, that tears the skies,
But serves to root thy native oak.
Rule Britannia ect.
The nations not so bless'd as thee,
Must in their turn to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish, great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule Britannia ect.
The haughty tyrants ne'er shalt tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arise, arise thy gen'rous flame
But work their woe, and thy renown.
Rule Britannia ect.
To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be, shall be the subject main,
And ev'ry shore, it circles, thine.
Rule Britannia ect.
The muses still with freedom's sound,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Bless'd isle, with matchless, with matchless beaut crown'd
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule Britannia ect.
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