Philipp Otto
When Britain first at Heav'n's command Arose from out the azure main This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain;
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
The nations not so blest as thee, Must in their turns to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all.
