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God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the Queen!
O
Lord our God arise,
Scatter her enemies And
make them fall; Confound
their politics, Frustrate their
knavish tricks, On thee our
hopes we fix,
Oh, save us all!
5-қосымша
Ұлттық әнұрандар мен патриоттық әндер
The Anthem of Great Britain
God Save the Queen
Queensland
Regent’s Park
Rhode Island
Russia
Scotland
Scottish
Severn (the)
Siberia
St James’s Park
St Paul’s Cathedral
St Petersburg
Staten Island
Statue of Liberty (the)
Straits of Dover (the)
Sydney
Tasmania
Thames (the)
Toronto
Ukraine
United
Kingdom
of Great Britain
and Northern Ireland (the)
Urals (the)
Versailles
Victoria
Virginia
Volga (the)
Wales
Washington
Wellington
Welsh
Westminster Abbey
Yenisei (the)
[ˈkwiːnzˌlænd
]
[ˈriːʤәnts pɑːk
]
[ˈrәʊd ˈaɪlәnd
]
[ˈrʌʃә
]
[ˈskɒtlәnd]
[ˈskɒtɪʃ
]
[ˈsɛvәn
]
[saɪˈbɪәrɪә]
[St ˈʤeɪmzɪz pɑːk]
[St pɔːlz kәˈθiːdrәl]
[St ˈpiːtәzˌbɜːg
]
[Staten ˈaɪlәnd
]
[ˈstætjuː ɒv ˈlɪbәti]
[streɪts ɒv ˈdʌvә]
[ˈsɪdni]
[tæzˈmeɪnɪә
]
[tɛmz
]
[tәˈrɒntәʊ]
[juːˈkreɪn
]
[jʊˈnaɪtɪd ˈkɪŋdәm]
[ɒv greɪt ˈbrɪtn]
[ænd ˈnɔːðәn ˈaɪәlәnd]
[ˈjʊәrәlz]
[vɛәˈsaɪ]
[vɪkˈtɔːrɪә]
[vәˈʤɪniә]
[ˈvɒlgә
]
[weɪlz
]
[ˈwɒʃɪŋtәn]
[ˈwɛlɪŋtәn]
[wɛlʃ
]
[ˈwɛstˌmɪnstәr ˈæbi]
[ˌjɛnɪˈseɪ]
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Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign;
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
Not in this land alone,
But be God’s mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world over.
From every latent foe,
From the assassin’s blow,
God save the Queen!
O’er
her thine arm extend,
For Britain’s sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!
Rule, Britannia
When Britain first, at heaven’s command,
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main.
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang the strain.
Refrain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
The nations not so blest as thee,
Must
in their turn to tyrants fall,
Must in their turn, must in their turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shall flourish, shall flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Refrain
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke.
More dreadful, more dreadful, from each foreign stroke.
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Refrain
Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame,
All their attempts
to bend thee down,
All their attempts, all their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame.
But work their woe and thy renown.
Refrain
To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine,
Thy cities shall, thy cities shall with commerce shine.
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
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Refrain
The muses still, with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair,
Shall to thy happy coast, thy happy coasts repair,
Best isle of beauty, with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Refrain
The Anthem of the USA
The Star-Spangled Banner
Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes
and bright stars, thro’ the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still here.
Oh! say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen thro’ the mist of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.
’Tis the star-spangled banner. Oh!
long may it wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation,
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n-rescued land
Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our mott, “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.