Rule, Britannia! Salute the flag and mast!

Poor Brits never, never, never learn your past.

(Full new lyrics below).

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When Britain first, felt Norman command,

We fell full foul of freedom's waves,

Until then this was our home land,

From then on we were but slaves.

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Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves.

Britons ever, ever, ever Nor-man slaves.

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The nations blest to skip this hitch,

Must in their turn, to freedom fall,

While Brits who see masters get rich,

Don't dread or envy them at all.

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Rule, Britannia! Keep yourselves dirt poor!

Let your betters ever, ever set the law.

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Still more majestic Tor-ies rise,

More dreadful from their foreign gold,

As they steal, turn away your eyes,

Let them know non-natives fold.

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Rule, Britannia! Please stay sychophants!

Britons ever ever, ever blame immigrants.

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Thee haughty rulers ne'er shall tire;

All their attempts to make you hate,

They long ago, extinguished your fire,

To work their woe on your black mate.

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Rule, Britannia! However chips may fall!

Blacks shall never never, never count at all.

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To thee belongs the rural pain;

While cities shall with covid kill;

All thine shall be divided plain,

So hate eachother for a thrill.

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Rule, Britannia! Divide and conquer us!

So we never never, never make a fuss.

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Normans with, our freedom stolen,

Have ruled us now nine hundred years.

Blest isle! with Boris Johnson swollen,

To feed on us our greatest fears.

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Rule, Britannia! The Proms sing this bit last.

Britons never, never, never learn your past.

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