When Britain first, at [bad word] 
Arose from out the azure main, 
Arose from, arose from out the azure main; 
This was the charter, the charter of the Land 
And Guardian Angels sang this strain: 
 [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never willl be slaves.  [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never will be slaves. 

Still more majestic shalt thou rise, 
More dreadful from each foreign stroke; 
More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke. 
As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies 
Serves but to root the native oak. 
 [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never will be slaves.  [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never willl be slaves. 

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; 
All their attempts to bend thee down; 
All their, all their attempts to bend thee down. 
Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame, 
But work their woe and their renown. 
 [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never will be slaves.  [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never will be slaves. 

The Muses still with Freedom found 
Shall to thy happy coast repair; 
Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair. 
Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd, 
And manly hearts to guard the fair. 
 [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never will be slaves.  [bad word] Britannia, [bad word] the waves! 
Britons never will be slaves.