Do you remember our steadfastness, our surety
when, at the proms, they sang Rule Brittania?
United notion of a kingdom, never to be slaves,
satisfied that no-one would ridicule Brittania.
Til Britain first, at hell’s command,
Arose to try and overrule Brittania.
And haughty tyrants tried to tame
our starving kids at school, Brittania.
The Muses, still with freedom found,
rise up in a spirit of misrule, Brittania.
And even more majestic shall I rise,
to tell you ‘More’s the fool.’ Brittania.