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Rule Britannia!

No! God no. Ya gotta give the entire chant or nothing at all.

*narrows eyes* All right, you asked for it! :devilish:

When Britain fi-i-i-i-i-irst at Heaven's command
aro-o-o-o-o-o-o-ose from out the Azure main--
Arose, arose from out the Azure main--
this was the charter, the charter of the land,
and guardian angels sang this strain:

"Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never shall be slaves."

Still more maje-e-e-e-e-estic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke--
More dread, more dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud bla-a-ast, the blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.

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


(What? I omitted four other verses!) ;-P

It has to be said, though, that "Rule, Britannia!" only became a patriotic song about hundred-and-something years after it was written. When Thomas Arne wrote it in 1745, the Spanish navy was dominant in the Americas; numerous Spanish privateers looted English merchant ships, and the Spanish even attempted to invade Georgia. The war ended 3 years after "Rule, Britannia!" was written, but Britain and its Navy was in a parlous state at the time.

So, the song was meant as a defiance of Spain, much the same as the later "Dunkirk spirit". It wasn't a celebration of existing naval affairs, but an exhortation: "Roll up your sleeves and work hard, and we can do it." ;) The British Navy only became dominant by 1760 (15 years after the song was written), when it was larger than the combined fleets of France, Spain, and the Netherlands. Britain's victory in multiple wars (and especially Trafalgar in 1805) ensured its supremacy, setting the stage for the 19th-century Pax Britannica.

Nevertheless, the joking lyrics of the mid-18th century became patriotic by the end of the 19th century, and this new meaning never died.
 
Gorgeous drive along the north side of the Columbia River today, then a long wait in line on a sideroad after a landslide blocked both lanes of northbound I-5. I don't have a GPS or a detailed map, but cut off the freeway at the only possible point I saw and caught up with people who must have a gps. The road wasn't on my map so I got on it by accident. Could see the freeway, which sounded quite tense and unpleasant. Why will people lean on horns when it doesn't do any good? Much nicer where I was grooving with the universe on a pleasant two lane with trees, green grass, a few flowers, and occasional small waterfall. I had a good audio book, made some notes about my own book, talked to a friend in Florida, looked at the birds, occasionally turned the car on to inch a few more yards forward. Every single time I've come to Washington- Every. Single. Time. I've sat in a line of cars waiting to get onto I-5, though once it was a line of cars to get onto a road that went to I-5. It's kind of an official regional past time, I think.

Arrived at my destination, got a call from my husband who put me on the phone with my grandson. At 16, he bowled a 300. Three. Hundred.
 
Looking forward to going to see some Irish dancers and enjoy an Irish pub meal today - St. Patrick's Day festivities are beginning!

Not as big as in Boston, where my niece last night was out to the "oldest Irish pub" in the city
 
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Waiting for an expected 6 to 12 inches of snow tonight, with "blizzard-like conditions" and I scoff, recalling the three-day blizzards and accompanying drifts of my Nebraska childhood (and young adult-hood), Oh the stories I could tell to bore my kids and younger friends. But all true. As I recall it, anyway. My story and I'm sticking to it.
 
We've got a dusting of snow, and it's pretty cold, about -1 C but should go up to about 10 C today, and 15 C tomorrow

warm enough for sandals!
 
Waiting for an expected 6 to 12 inches of snow tonight, with "blizzard-like conditions" and I scoff, recalling the three-day blizzards and accompanying drifts of my Nebraska childhood (and young adult-hood), Oh the stories I could tell to bore my kids and younger friends. But all true. As I recall it, anyway. My story and I'm sticking to it.
And then there are the range fires out in the western part of the state, which has gotten almost no snow at all this year.
 
It's March Break! have fun all you kids and teachers off of school this week
 
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