Drifterwood
Superior Member
So long as you continue to acknowledge the brilliance of Bertrand, Jason :wink:
You're just jealous
Rule Britannia
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]When Britain first at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels sung this strain,[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never will be slaves! [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]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. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Still more majestick shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Chorus [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Thee, haughty Tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouze thy gen'rous flame,
But work their woe, and thy renown.
Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject Main,
And ev'ry shore it circles thine. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The Muses still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair; Blest Isle!
With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guide the Fair.
Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]1779. [/FONT]
You're just jealous
Rule Britannia
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]When Britain first at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels sung this strain,[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves,
Britons never will be slaves! [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]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. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Still more majestick shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Chorus [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Thee, haughty Tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouze thy gen'rous flame,
But work their woe, and thy renown.
Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject Main,
And ev'ry shore it circles thine. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The Muses still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair; Blest Isle!
With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guide the Fair.
Chorus[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]1779. [/FONT]