A British patriotic song, one of the essential ingredients to the Last Night of The Proms. Initially a poem by James Thomson it was set to music by Thomas Augustine Arne in 1740 and is often perceived as an unofficial British national anthem.

When Britain first at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves

The nations not so blest as thee
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all.

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

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

To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine!

The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd
And manly hearts to guard the fair: --
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves;
Britons never shall be slaves!

A more gauche version of Elgar's song is sung at rugby matches and hash runs:

Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam,
Five Chinese crackers up your ass go
Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam
Four Chinese crackers up your ass go

And so on down to zero, when the music reverts to Why are we waiting ? or some other favourite.

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