Tutelary Goddess

She calls from waters of rivers and seas, To Britons of the future, now and past, She is the whisper on an English breeze, She is the knowledge our freedom will last. From the valleys of Wales she filled with song, To purple heather of bonnie Scotland The call of our nations forever strong, Through working class to the pompous and grand. Goddess Britannia we hear your call, Your image once graced our coins of wealth, With kings and queens to stand proud for us all, We hear your blessings granting us good health, Independent nations now seen unified Together as one in glorious pride.