Land of Hope and Glory Rule Britannia
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Land of Hope and Glory Rule Britannia Melody - Pomp and Circumstance from a song by Thomas Augustine Arne, 1740 Edward Elgar's "Coronation Ode", 1902 When Britain first at Heav'n's command A. C. Benson 1862-1925 Arose from out the azure main; (Arose from out the azure main) Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned. This was the charter, the charter of the land, God make thee mightier yet! And guardian angels sang this strain; On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned, Once more thy crown is set. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained, Britons never will be slaves. Have ruled thee well and long; By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained, The nations not so blest as thee, Thine Empire shall be strong. Shall in their turns to tyrants fall; (Shall in their turns to tyrants fall) Land of Hope and Glory, While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and Mother of the Free, free, How shall we extol thee, The dread and envy of them all. Who are born of thee? Wider still and wider Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Shall thy bounds be set; Britons never will be slaves. |: God, who made thee mighty, Make thee mightier yet. :| Still mor majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; Thy fame is ancient as the days, (More dreadful from each foreign stroke) As Ocean large and wide: As the loud blast, loud blast that tears the skies, A pride that dares, and heeds not praise, Serves but to root thy native oak. A stern and silent pride: Not that false joy that dreams content Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: With what our sires have won; Britons never will be slaves. The blood a hero sire hath spent Still nerves a hero son. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down (All their attempts to bend thee down) Parry:Jerusalem Will but arouse, arouse thy generous flame; (From Milton, Prelude) But work their woe, and thy renown. by William Blake 1804 Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: And did those feet in ancient time Britons never will be slaves. Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God The Muses, still with freedom found, On England's pleasant pastures seen? Shall to thy happy coast repair; (Shall to thy happy coast repair) And did the Countenance Divine Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And manly hearts to juide the fair. And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green & pleasant Land. Auld Lang Syne „Nehmt Abschied Brüder“ (Auld Lang Syne) Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to min'? 1. Nehmt Abschied, Brüder, ungewiss Should auld acquaintance be forgot ist alle Wiederkehr, And days of auld lang syne? die Zukunft liegt in Finsternis Refrain und macht das Herz uns schwer. For auld lang syne, my dear Der Himmel wölbt sich übers Land, For auld lang syne ade, auf Wiedersehn. We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet Wir ruhen all’ in Gottes Hand, For auld lang syne lebt wohl, auf Wiedersehn! We twa hae run about the braes 2. Die Sonne sinkt, es steigt die Nacht, And pou'd the gowans fine vergangen ist der Tag. But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Die Welt schläft ein, und leis erwacht Sin' auld lang syne. der Nachtigallen Schlag. We twa hae paidl'd in the burn Der Himmel wölbt sich übers Land... Frae morning sun till dine But seas between us braid hae roar'd 3. So ist in jedem Anbeginn Sin' auld lang syne. Das Ende nicht mehr weit, And there's a hand, my trusty feire wir kommen her und gehen hin, And gie's a hand o' thine und mit uns geht die Zeit. And we'll tak a right gude-willie Der Himmel wölbt sich übers Land... waught For auld lang syne. 4. Nehmt Abschied, Brüder, schließt den And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp Kreis, And surely I'll be mine das Leben ist ein Spiel; And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet und wer es recht zu spielen weiß, For auld lang syne. gelangt ans große Ziel. Der Himmel wölbt sich übers Land... .