"Wir leben in einem Überwachungsstaat" (Bruce Schneier)

When Britain first at Heav’n’s command
    Arose from out the azure main;
    This was the charter of the land,
    And guardian angels sang this strain;




        |:Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves!
        Britons never will be slaves.:|




    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.




        |:Chorus:|




    Still more majestic 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:|




    Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame,
    All their attempts to bend thee down
    Will but arouse thy generous flame;
    To work their woe, and thy renown.




        |:Chorus:|




    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.




        |:Chorus:|




    The Muses, still with freedom found,
    Shall to thy happy coast repair;
    Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crown’d,
    And manly hearts to guard the fair.




        |:Chorus:|